Pomeroy abbey, Volume 1

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Page 246 - He did. In so far as that he would not advance a poor, small, pitiful sum, just a few hundreds, to keep me out of it. He wrote word to our lawyer that a little spell at the Queen's Bench would do me good." " Oh, Rupert ! It has been a black plot of treachery against us both." " It has ; and it succeeded. He won you by a lie ! Let him look to himself.
Page 17 - It is no business of Rupert's." " Papa, I do not suppose she would have Guy." " Not have Guy ! I can tell you that an alliance with the future Lord of Pomeroy is what many a young lady, far higher in position and lineage than she, would kneel for. She and Mrs.
Page 245 - Yes," she answered, her pale lips quivering. " Guy came to me again one day, pressing me to be his wife : to get rid of his importunity I confided to him that I loved you, that I had promised to wait and be yours, and then he ridiculed my credulity, and told me you were the cause of all that had happened to Sybilla Gaunt. He said that Sybilla had followed you.
Page 247 - You love me still," he dared to say. " Nay, no denial. I see it." " From my whole heart," she answered, for indignation was strong within her; and she had begun to hate her treacherous husband with a deadly hatred. Oh, foolish woman ! Ill-trained, ill-regulated, devoid of conscience, though she surely must be, how could she make so dangerous and wicked an avowal ? The next moment she repented of it herself, the little grace within her was making itself heard ; and some shame was in her face as she...
Page 278 - You may finish what you were telling me here, as well as outside. There is no such hurry." " I dare not, Rupert," she said. " See how I am shaking. I shall make haste to the abbey, before he can find that I am out. They must be coming back to lunch, although he ordered it taken to them." "I don't see that you need be so afraid of him." "But I am. It is his turn, just while these people and mamma are with us; she takes his part in everything — and he nearly frightened me to death that night. But...
Page 305 - was abroad to-night." He threw off the cloak as he spoke. Mrs. Pomeroy rose, went to the window and peeped out. " Caution, Alice. The moon is bright, and your face might be discerned here from the house. Had she not been under the dark clouds last night, you might have seen mine.
Page 142 - Alice turned her head to see the flowers — she had overlooked them when casting away others — and the tide of memory came rushing over her. They were the last he had ever given her, and too well she remembered how they were given ; his words and his looks of love. She buried her face in her hands, and gave vent to a groan of pain. It was all over now; he was false, and gone. Gone, never to return. The last evening they had clandestinely met...
Page 255 - I say," repeated Mrs. Pomeroy. " Now. Call some one to help you. It will be mine from henceforth, instead of this." Theresa was surprised. " And the lord's things also ? " she asked. " Mine, I said," was the sharp retort of Mrs. Pomeroy. She went outside, passed into one of the transverse corridors, and stood at its end window, apparently gazing into the court-yard. In reality she was gazing within her, at her own outraged heart.
Page 312 - ... wiped away the tears, so that he should see them not. There is an expressive Italian proverb— I forget precisely how it runs, but the sense is, that for the debtor's bond and the stolen interview', time flies on wings. On wings, most certainly, it appeared to fly for those in the haunted room. Mrs. Pomeroy may have been unconscious of its flitting ; let her answer it ; but when the courtyard clock rang out ten, she was still there. With a faint cry of dismay she started up and approached the...
Page 181 - It is not too late, Guy : it may be managed. When I am well enough to be moved, I can go back home with my mother." Guy did his best to keep his anger within bounds. " Alice, you talk like a child. After having married me, come home to me, stopped with me, you think you could go back from it all, and become Alice Wylde again ! What would the world say of you ? Nothing laudable, I ween.

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