Winefred: A Story of the Chalk Cliffs — John Shaqi
Winefred: A Story of the Chalk CliffsBaring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
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Winefred: A Story of the Chalk Cliffs
Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
English fiction
'My dear sir, I don't know. But she thinks it so; that is all we need
concern ourselves about. You see, sir, we have her here with that
blessed marriage undermined in three ways, and she is convinced it was
a take-in and nothing further in the eye of the law.'
'If it had only been as you say!' Mr. Holwood put two hands to his
chair, lifted it and himself together till he had straightened his
legs, then set it down again, with himself upon it. 'If it had been so,
I should have been greatly relieved. But it was a marriage, irregular
in law, yet valid――――'
'In the eye of the law,' put in Olver.
'Exactly so, exactly. That is my trouble. I move in such good society,
and my aunt is worth from two to three thousand a year, and if she came
to hear of this she would leave it all to another nephew, a cousin, a
curate steeped in Methodistical notions. If he got an inkling of it――he
is a very serious man, and wouldn't dance or go to a theatre to save
his soul――he'd go post haste and tell her about me, on principle of
course, and spoil all my chances.'
'Then, sir, there is nothing to be done but leave the matter wholly in
my hands, as it has been heretofore.'
Mr. Holwood looked into the fire, and his chin retreated behind his
stock. Presently he said dreamily, 'I should have liked to have seen
her――just once more to have seen her, you understand, without being
seen.'
'Impossible,' said Dench, and struck the floor with his foot. 'Sheer
lunacy.'
'But――the little girl. What is she like?'
'Like her mother.'
'It could not be contrived, I suppose, that I should see her?'
'It cannot be done, sir, with safety. That girl is as keen as a razor.'
Mr. Holwood fell to further musing, his weak face assumed an expression
of profound discouragement. Presently he said, rather to himself than
to the ferryman, 'Like her mother, and getting on to the same age. O
my God, after all these years, to see the same face again. Has she her
mother's wonderful eyes?'
'Just the same.'
'Dear――dear me! and in her ways, her character――――'
'Her mother all over, headstrong.'
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