Kith and kin, Volume 1 (Google eBook)

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London; Guildford [printed], 1881 - 288 pages
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Page 301 - Conisbrough to tell her," he said. And Mr. Whaley, stopping the woman, said : " Mrs. Aveson, let me present to you your new master, and the old Squire's successor." "Sir! I thought the young ladies — Mrs, Conisbrough — She was paralyzed with astonishment and dismay. "Not at all. Mr. Aglionby's property goes to his grandson. And I think the ladies want you. Mrs. Conisbrough is ill." She made a hasty step toward the parlor. Bernard interposed. "Listen!" he said. "Will you please attend to Miss...
Page 288 - ... Later in the evening, Mr. Whaley remarked, " We shall have to go back to Scar Foot after the funeral, for the reading of the will, and" — his brow wrinkled — " I'm sorry to say, Mrs. Conisbrough intends to be present at that ceremony too. She sent me word that she should." " Why sorry ?" " It's so needless. As if I could not have come straight back here and called upon her, and told her all about it ! What do women want at such affairs ?" To this, Bernard made absolutely no reply, and this...
Page 114 - ... matter. I have nothing to thank him for, save utter neglect. There are such things as manliness and honor, Lizzie. If I had consented to enter his house, or stooped to accept favors flung at me as you'd fling a bone to a dog, I should have suffered sorely in my honor and self-respect. Understand me — I have nothing to do with this inheritance ; it is no more to me than if it did not exist — " " But if he left it to you, you'd take it ?" she interrupted eagerly. He laughed. " Take it ? oh,...
Page 61 - His eyes gleamed with that light — not a mild one — which oftenest illumined them. " Pity there is so little chance of combat of any sort in an Irkford saleroom." Of late, these reflections upon that state of life in which his lot was cast had been more numerous and more discontented than usual. " If I could only see my way to something else, not another day would I remain,
Page 286 - ... they could not deny the resemblance. He strolled away toward the front door. During that short visit, his intensely keen eyes noted every item of every room he went into. He carried the place away with him, as it were indelibly engraved on his memory— carried away too, a' vivid impression of the dead face of the old Squire in his coffin, which he looked upon long and intently, trying hard the while to forgive him his trespasses that he had trespassed against him, Bernard Aglionby, and those...
Page 22 - ... He watched her as she came to the top of the steps, and stood there, frowning a little, and biting her lip. " Provoking ! " he heard her murmur. " But perhaps, if I wait " She looked a little anxious, and glanced uncomfortably around her. Aglionby's theories upon the subject — woman — included one which proclaimed her helplessness in a crowd. He thought the better of her for looking uneasy. Lizzie would have been frightened to death, poor little thing ! As this thought crossed his mind, his...
Page 113 - ... any part in the matter. I have no interests to look after, no cards to play in the case, as you appear to think. My intention is to remain perfectly neutral, just as I always have been. My grandfather treated my father tyrannically and shamefully. I don't say he was utterly without provocation — he may have been provoked to a certain extent ; but, after all, it is not a sin for a man to wish to marry a good, and clever, and amiable woman, whom he loves. There was no crime in the matter. It...
Page 304 - THE WOOING O'T. HER DEAREST FOE. WHICH SHALL IT BE? By Miss FOTHERGILL. THE FIRST VIOLIN. PROBATION. THE WELLFIELDS. By Lady GEORGIANA FULLERTON. CONSTANCE SHERWOOD. LADYBIRD.. TOO STRANGE NOT TO BE TRUE. By Miss HELEN MATHERS. COMIN' THRO
Page 15 - No. And what order they keep, and how they all turn towards that platform, as if it were a magnet ! And what earnest intent faces, most of them! How different from the people at home, uncle ! " The old gentleman indulged in a series of chuckles, which made his face red, and his blue eyes moist, and Aglionby glanced sideways at the young woman, attracted by her voice, and pleased with what she said. Certainly she was not wanting in intelligence, but what a contrast to Lizzie — his lovely Liz ! At...

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