The Dugdale Millions — page 327: what you’re looking at

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DETECTED AND CAPTURED. 317 He looked at the young nobleman beamingly and added, for he had a glimmer as to the truth, with a strong press- ure of his hand: ‘‘And I hope your other desires will be as successful as this has been.”? The young nobleman returned the pressure of his hand with a grateful smile, and then crossed to the window, where Wallis was standing, apparently absorbed in some- thing upon the lawn. ‘Wallis,’ he said, ‘did you hear? Iam a merchant now. Iamintrade. The title is only a little bit of an ob- jection. I have come for my answer.”’ ee flirted her shoulders, and would neither turn nor reply. “My answer, please! I must have it. Your duties as the guardian angel of one love-affair have come to an end. Be the guardian angel of mine.’ She whirled about, and extending her hand, blushes on her cheeks, a merry twinkle in her eyes, exclaimed ina tone of irritation utterly at variance with the expression of her face: ‘‘T suppose I must, then. I never saw such a persistent man. I can get rid of you no other way. There! And much joy may I be to you.”’ Merrimount led her to her uncle. “Tama producer now, Mr. Stanton. May I have her?’?. “This baggage?’’ asked the old lawyer, much amused, and looking kindly upon them. ‘‘Oh, yes, I suppose I must give her up.”’ “The dearest, the most precious and valuable baggage in the world,’’ said Lord Merrimount amidst much laughter. *“My American valise full of all the comforts.”’ “What?” cried Mrs. Stanton, who had been sitting quiet- ly by, devoutly thankful she had not been exposed, ‘‘ Wallis, Lady Merrimount?”’ “Oh, no; I am Wallis yet,’’ cried that young lady, with her cheeks aflame, and her eyes dancing as she looked up into Merrimount’s face, with a glance that, despite her tongue, told him his heart’s desire was accomplished. ‘“‘And ever will be,’’ cried Dick. ‘Wallis the true friend and the loyal heart.” ‘‘T suppose, auntie,’’ said Wallis, in an endeavor to cover her confusion, ‘you will not forgive me for throwing my- self away, but then I couldn’t help it. And oh, dear, I al- ways promised myself a rich husband!” The servant announced dinner at this point, and Mr. Comicboclk C@ 3