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David did not personally acknowledge the usurper, but his son, Henry, did him homage for Huntingdon and some possessions in the north . In the following year, David claimed Northumberland for Henry as the representative of Siward, and, on Stephen's refusal, again adopted the cause of the empress.
The silence was again broken by Plank: "Siward, you have asked me what I think. Now you must listen to the end. If you believed that through her her love, marrying her you stood the best chance in the world to win out, it would be cowardly to ask her to take the risk. As much as I care for you I had rather see you lose the fight than accept such a risk from her.
Do you think you're the only man I know who's trying to disfigure his liver and make spots come out all over inside him? Do you?" Siward smiled again, a worn, pallid smile. "I can stand it while you are here, doctor, but when I'm alone it's hard. One of those crises is close now. I've a bad night ahead a bad outlook. Couldn't you " "No!" "Just enough " "No, Stephen."
"Isn't that a stunning picture!" said Siward in a low voice. "What a beauty he is like a statue in white and blue-veined marble. You may talk, Miss Landis; woodcock don't flush at the sound of the human voice as grouse do." "See his brown eyes roll back at us! He wonders why we don't do something!" whispered the girl. "Look, Mr. Siward! Now his head is moving oh so gradually to the left!"
And if Mr. Siward had not told me that it was not intended, I should never have believed it to be an accident." After a prolonged silence Sylvia said, overcarelessly: "I don't quite understand Howard. With me anger lasts but a moment, and then I'm open to overtures for peace I think Howard's anger lasts." "It does," said Grace.
Marion turned to Sylvia, her eyes hard with a cynicism quite lost on the other. "That sort of thing might suit Leroy Mortimer, but it doesn't fit Mr. Siward," she concluded, rising as their hostess appeared from above and the butler from below.
"I came out of pure curiosity, Mr. Siward." She glanced about her. He moved a big bunch of hothouse roses so she could pass, and she settled down lightly on the edge of the window-seat. When he had piled some big downy cushions behind her back, she made a quick gesture of invitation. "I have only a moment," she said, as he seated himself beside her.
And her thoughts swung back like the returning tide to Siward, and her heart began heavily again, and the slightly faint sensation returned. She passed her ungloved, unsteady fingers across her eyelids and forehead, looking up and around. The major and Howard had disappeared; Plank, beside her, sat staring stupidly into his empty wine-glass. "Isn't Mrs. Ferrall coming?" she said wearily.
People were now inspecting them with more or less curiosity; Siward found his "hand-painting" so unattractive that he had just tipped it over to avoid seeing it, when a burst of laughter from Lord Alderdene made everybody turn. Mrs.
Siward, that heredity is an excuse for moral weakness?" "I don't know. Those inheriting nothing of evil say it is no excuse." "It is no excuse." "You speak with authority," he said. "With more than you are aware of," she murmured, not meaning to say it. She stood up impulsively, her fresh face turned to the distant house, her rounded young figure poised in relief against the sky.
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