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I never left him on more friendly terms. I was happy to see him alive again, I was happy to think he had returned in time to make up his quarrel with my father, and I was happy that at last he was shut of that woman. I was never better pleased with him in my life. He turned to Inspector Lyle, who was sitting at the foot of the bed, taking notes of all he told us.
He greeted both ladies with even more than his usual courtesy, but as his eyes met those of Miss Gladden, there was that in his glance, which in itself, was a declaration of his love for her. Lyle, with her quick intuition, read the meaning, and with her natural sense of delicacy, as quickly withdrew, leaving them together.
Perhaps Lyle recognized this for his answer seemed intended to force the matter to an issue. "We were afraid it would be withheld, sir," he said. Carrington understood him, for I saw the blood creep into his face. "So you decided to dispense with it?"
Of course they may be nice people, but Lucile Lyle is such a silly name." "I think it is beautiful," cried Charlotte, wondering what Miss Alex would think of Carlotta Creston. "No," the young lady said, as if replying to her thought, "I prefer plain names. For instance, if you should turn out to be a brilliant beauty and all that, there is nothing inappropriate in your name, Charlotte Creston.
Once more raising her violin, Lyle sang "The Maid of Dundee," and never did song or singer meet with nobler applause, for the cheers from below in the canyon were joined with those from above on the plateau, and were echoed and re-echoed among the rocks, the last reverberations dying away and mingling with the roar of the distant cascades.
Jack studied the approaching figures for an instant, a smile of amusement lighting up his usually stern features, while Van Dorn hastily slipped on his glasses for a better view. "That," said Jack, "is evidently the famous phantom of Spotted Horse gulch, but who has originated the idea?" "It must be Lyle," said Houston, "she said the ghost would walk to-night."
"There is the solution of Epicurus," remarks Holyoake, our Agnostic; "Pleasure, at least, is real. Wrap yourself in it, for you can do no better. Contentment is but one pleasure, as Salvation is another, and even sensuality may be best to you." "How about the man who lives for his children?" asked young Fred. Lyle, whose ruddy face was made brighter by the fire glow.
Nought can be foreseen but that which is certain to happen." Sir Duncan Campbell was about to reply, and the darkest and most contested point of metaphysics might have been brought into discussion betwixt two Highland disputants, when the door opened, and Annot Lyle, with her clairshach in her hand, entered the apartment.
Let me put my hand on your head." But she could not reach it, he was grown so tall. She seemed startled to think how time had flown. "He is quite a man now, mamma," said Olive; "you know we have not seen him for many years" Lyle added, blushing deeper than before "The last time I remember it well was in the garden, one Sunday in spring nine years ago." "Nine years ago!
"I could have picked out a dozen worthy, excellent young men, who would have better merited the blessing of a rich uncle, ay, and made a better use of his money too." "Lyle would thank you if he knew."
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