” “DUSTING!” said Miss Miniver, in a sepulchral voice. But that, and that sort of thing, is just a day-dream. ’ Grasping the lantern, and heedless now of the discomforts of the passage, Melusine flew like the wind back towards the library, the vision of Jack Kimble’s white face driving her on. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. About this time,—namely, in November, 1703— while young Trenchard was in Lancashire, and his sister in London, on a visit, he received a certain communication from his confidential servant, Davies, which, at once, destroyed his hopes. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. I somehow understood. " Something reached down into his heart and twisted it. Moreover, atrociously and inexorably, he allowed it to appear ever and again in horrible gleams that he suspected there was some man in the case. Not a word was uttered by the assemblage; but a hush of expectation reigned throughout. ‘Some ineligible that your parents would not tolerate, I suppose. It was then that the young man entered his thought with some permanency: because there was no apparent reason for his joining the tour, since from the beginning he had shown no interest in anything.
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