Penny Blood Serial Fiction — page 87: what you’re looking at

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70 REYNOLDS’ WORKS ‘’ We have said enough for to-day, Elizabeth,” he suddenly exclaimed, stopping short and taking her hand. ‘ There is much more I wish to learn from your lips,—the entire history of your past life, the history also of your brother Frank, but it must be postponed. You must think over all that has taken place within the two hours past; you must study to know me better. Then you will have the fullest confidence in me, and you will speak without reserve. I know—I feel that it is too much to expect you to open your heart entirely to me who am a comparative stranger unto you. In a day or two you shall see me again, but take no step in the meantime without making me aware of it. And now one word more ere we leave this room to return into the other. You have no funds — I think you told me — beyond a quarterly allowance of a hundred pounds, and your brother has nothing. You have Adolphus to maintain — In short, doubtless you are not too well off. Give mie pen, ink, and paper.” Mr. Gunthorpe spoke these last words with the tone of a man who was accustomed to command, and to be obeyed likewise the instant he commanded. Elizabeth Chandos, still under that mystic and unaccountable influence which gave him an empire over her, placed writing materials before him, and seating himself at the table, he wrote something on a slip of paper. ‘There,’ he sald, flinging down the nea and starting up from the chair, “ you will accept that as a proof of the cordial friendship I have offered you. Now let us go into the other room,” and without suffering her to wait and see what he had written ih the paper, he led her forth from the parlour. They entered oe opposite one, where they had left Adolphus and Frank, and Mr. Cunthorpe, at once accosting the former, said, “* I now know all that regards you, and you are beyond doubt the rightful Lord Everton. I said so just now. I remember your features. In me shall you find a friend.”’ Adolphus pressed the old gentleman’s hand with grateful fervour, the tears trickling down his cheeks. “And now,” said Mr. Gunthorpe, with an arch smile, “have you no message to send to Henrietta? Ah! that names fills your countenance with animation. Well, my Gomichbooks (Eo)