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Wilding to have Ruth's word for it that so long as he left her in peace neither he nor the Cause had any betrayal to fear from her, Mr. Trenchard was of a very different mind. He fumed and swore and worked himself into a very passion. "Zoons, man!" he cried, "it would mean utter ruin to you if that letter reached Whitehall." "I realize it; but my mind is easy. I have her promise."
Moody. The Duke's Servant, etc. The Duke's servant in Garrick's "High Life below Stairs," Captain Absolute in Sheridan's "Rivals," Dick Amlet in Vanbrugh's "Confederacy." Young Wilding ... Joseph Surface. In Foote's "Liar" and Sheridan's "School for Scandal." See note to the essay "On Some of the Old Actors."
And so in the end she went, having seen her cousin settled again in the high chair, and took with her Diana's feeble assurances that she would follow her in a few moments, as soon as her faintness passed. "MR. WILDING rode at dawn with Mr. Trenchard, madam," announced old Walters, the butler at Zoyland Chase.
Looks to me like a bolshevik anarchist or a panhandler." "Humph!" said Wilding, musingly. "He's nothing like that. Fact is, she's got a gold mine right there, and she wants to divorce it. Now, you're sure Louisiana did this and that he left the country? Ever hear what became of him?" "Nary a word," said the girl, indifferently.
"I can take up this quarrel again," he announced. "I can compel Mr. Wilding to meet me." Ruth's eyes, looking up at him, kindled with pride and admiration.
Lieutenant Cragg," said His Grace to the young officer who had admitted Wilding, and who had remained at attention by the door, "you may reconduct Mr. Wilding." Wilding bowed, his lips tight to keep in the anger that craved expression. Then, without another word spoken, he turned and departed. "An insolent, overbearing knave!" was Grey's comment upon him after he had left the room.
The secret of his dead friend was in no hazard from Vendale's lips; but just as his friend had died of its weight, so did he in his lighter succession feel the burden of the trust, and the obligation to follow any clue, however obscure. He rapidly asked himself, would he like this man to be the real Wilding? No.
Wilding at a table, with his writing-materials before him, and the crew were summoned, one by one, rough, piratical-looking fellows, contrasting strongly with the gewgaw cabin in which I received them.
They gazed curiously at Mr. Wilding and me, but nobody said a word. In the bed next to the mate lay a little boy with a broken thigh. The surgeon observed that children generally did well with accidents; and this boy certainly looked very bright and cheerful. There was nothing particularly interesting about the mate.
His heart had leapt, not only at the deliverance that was promised him, but out of satisfaction at the reflection of how accurately last night he had gauged what Mr. Wilding would endure. It had dismayed him then, as we have seen, that this man who, he thought, must stomach any affront from him out of consideration for his sister, should have ended by calling him to account.
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