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She tiptoed by him; but, after a few steps, suddenly turning her head once more, met his eyes grimly fixed upon her through the narrow aperture. With a faint squeal she paddled off as though a fiend were at her heels. "Something more than anxiety for news there, Mrs. Potter," said Mr. Landale, apostrophising the retreating figure with a malignant, inward laugh!
In that sense, at least, one can apply your ancient and once worthy motto to you; and you know, nephew, since you have conveniently changed your faith, both to God and king, this sentiment strikes one as a sarcasm amidst the achievements of Landale, you backsliders! Ah, we O'Donoghues have better maintained our device, sans changier."
Landale, contemptuously, "smuggling French brandy for our English drunkards and traitorous intelligence for our French enemies!" "Such a handsome young man, so gentlemanly, such an air!" maundered the miserable woman between her chattering teeth. "It was quite accidental that we met, Rupert, quite accidental, I assure you.
Landale, and paused a moment, ready for the skirmish, as she noticed the cynical curiosity with which he examined her. "Whither, my fair sister," said he, ranging himself with his best courtesy against the bannisters, "so late in the day?" "To my lord and master's side, of course," said Molly. "Why is not Adrian coming back to-night?"
I believe 'tis but excess of joy that ties your tongue." With gleaming smile Mr. Landale would have opposed this direct thrust by some parry of polished insult; but he met his elder's commanding glance, remembered his parting words on two previous occasions, and wisely abstained, contenting himself with another slight bow and a contemptuous shrug of the shoulders.
They know well enough that in an open sea they can't run down a Salcombe schooner. But to earn their pay they will hang on till they lose her, and then sail home, all cosy. I'm thinking," he added slily, with a side glance at the magistrate: "we won't hang him this time." Mr. Landale made no answer; during the last few minutes his reflections had enabled him to take a new view of the situation.
Malo!" repeated René, and helped Lady Landale to alight. Then one of the figures darted forward and whispered a rapid sentence in the Frenchman's ear. René uttered an exclamation, but his mistress intervened with scant patience: "My good René," said she, "take the bag into the peel, and come back for me. I have a message for these gentlemen." René hesitated.
Landale, "I am sure you don't, eh?" with a renewed ominous contraction of the hand. "It's a fearful thing, is hanging. And yet many a lad, hardly older than you, has been hanged for less than you are doing. Magistrates can get people hanged, and I am a magistrate, you know. Stop that noise!"
When Lady Landale was brought back to her home from Lancaster, it was held by every one who saw her that Death had laid his cold finger on her forehead, and that her surrender to his call could only be a matter of hours. The physician in attendance could point out no reasonable ground for hope.
Dear me, dear me, that I should live to see any of my kin deliberately throw discredit on his family, if indeed the poor fellow is responsible! Rupert, my good soul, can you ascribe any reason for this terrible state of affairs ... that blow on the head?" "In part perhaps," said Mr. Landale. "And yet there have been other causes at work.
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