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196 ' «AGNES; OB, BEAUTY AND PLEASURE. you will not hesitate to take me into your ronfi- | Ormsby. “You would have starved without him ! dence, You know that 1 treated you with confi-|— and your granddaughter would have beeu dence when I wrote to you about Mr. Timperley; | banged without him! There! that is the plain I also conceived the utmost friendship towards truth! And now let me tell you, Mr. Barrington, your grandson Gustavus——-” that of all instances of ingratitude from one fol- “ Ab, I wish that ho was hero!” ejaculated the low-creature to another, your’s towards Roderick old man; and then in a paroxyam of anguish he | Dalham is the ee ane mosh atrocivns-thug 6 it i ithi n : ~ has sian volations and. rartioularly too “he moe oe Sy heaven! ‘such imagens, - this!” exclaimed ment when one is standing as it were upon} the old man, his face purple with rage; and grasp- the very brink of riches!— great riches, Mr.| ing his crutch-stiek, he seemed as if he were on { cum . ¢ e - { Ld a eve . (o be pronounoed ina day oF bwo-sndand-it| “Ani 1 meen to imitate. you” sud. Orb, is no longer next Term—but it is this Torm!— ' with the most imperturbable coolness, “10 order this Term !’ shrieked forth the old map, “that I that you may presently be all the a completely shall regain my rights and crush my enemies!” , ashamed of yourself! Strike me if you dare! “Well then, Mr. Barrington,” said Lord | Why, I could tear that stick from ‘your grasp and Ormsby, “ this is all the greater reason why you | inflict a hearty belabouring on the shoulders of should not bo alone at the moment when riches such ea vilo old man ag youare! As for your age, are about to be showered upon your head. It is so far from rendering you respectable it makes also a reason why those who shared with you the youall the more infamous! You have no heart bitterness of your adversity, should enjoy the | ind no ou 7 despise van ante you / Praeien eweets of your prosperity.” not worthy of the love 8 @ era “ ‘What are you driving at, Mr. Hargrave ?” | as Winitred, nor the dutiful devotion of such a demanded the old man, again fixing a very keon | noble-hearted man a@ Roderick Dalham! Ea- scrutinizing look upon his visitor. | treaties indeed!” continued Ormsby impetuously. “I thought that you yourself told moe just |“ I would not condescend to lay intercessions at now,” replivd Orwnaby, 1 phat Pie were fd aoa : the feet ah oie #man! You aro selfishness om: at this crisis of your life. You said that Gus- | bodied. en you were in gaol you wouia no tavua was not here—and I see that Winifred is ‘have cared if you had lived upon the prostitution not.” | of your granddaughter!you never would havo ‘Come, confess the truth !” interrupted tho ald | asked whence came the money which sho brought man: “you know or suspect something? You! you! But beoxusc sho remained pure and spot- want to pump me—or you want tu intercede with | less—and beoauso it was your enemy’s son that me—but you shall do neither! ‘Drink your wine, | furniahed the means of aupplying your wants-— and Jet us talk of other thinzs,”’ | you pour out the vials of your odious anger upon “ Really, Mr. Barrington,” said Lord Ormsby, that excellent girl as well as upon that goneruus- purposely assuming a cold look and tone, “if you hearted man!” persist in this evasivoness whenever I 8 eak to = Lord Ormsby had risen from his chair as he you of your gtanddaughter Winifrod, I myself | thus spoke: his tall form was drawn up to ifs full sball begin to wonder how it is that the police do | height there was a majestic cgnity a wol' ae mot knock at your door to inquire after her.” 0 most overpowering acorn in his whole de- “ What, sir!” yolled forth tho old man, his face | meanvur. Barrington gradually sank back io his corrugating into myriads of wrinkles: “ you dare | chuir, aghast end dismayed at language to whieh —vyou dare ifsinuate ——” i ho was sv little accustomed and which was so little “I insinuate nothing,” interrupted Ormsby ; | expected from the quarter whence it now suddenly “but 1 say openly that if you persist in refusing swept over him hke a hurricane. But Ormsby ’ t of r granddaughter Winifred, 1 know the world well. To appeal to the feelings of shall toink it very etrango,” —_ ‘ ‘ the selfish, ot the justice of the prejuutived, oe to “ Now J know that you are acquainted with the the liberality of the bigoted, was og arias as to matter!” oxcluimed tho oli man, “ and that you | expect to find a hes:t that could melt in a buck of are taking thi ndabvut 9 in the hope o:. granite or in a conss of iron, But tu naseil the bridving wis to the poiur Weil then, Mr. ‘Har- | fadividual with scorn and repronci: -to ovErLarow grave, 1 tell you onco for all it is useless for you him with oppression~to make him sven infaioous to plead for Winifred. What! to marry the sun in his own cyes—to tear olf tho mask from his of my bitterest enemy! Ah! there I have esd | countenance—-and prove him to bo a prey to the it! {have let out the aecret-~if a secrot it really | meanest, paliriest, sud most odivusly contemptible was to you.” prejudices,; Ormaby knew that é/is is the way to ‘From whieh J gather,” interjected Lord Qgat down the defences with which @ man sur- Ormsby, “ that your granddaughter has married | rounds himself for the purpuse of fortifying un evil Roderick Dulbam. Well, I have heard something | position. — concerning that gentleman which ought to make; “Mr. Hargrave! Mr, Hargrave!” said old Bar- you go down upon your knees and thavk him, in- : ringtup, at Jeagth breaking silence, and spoaking stesd of harbouring thie bitter venomvuus rancour in a tremulous voice; “ you—you—are taking very against him!” ° . great liberties! You aro presuming because —be. “Ab, the old story! the old story!” exclaimed | cause you rendered me a service in unmasking that Barrington petulantly. “ Roderick Dalham’s got-: scoundrel Timperley—and then tov, you have be- ling upon the jury--or cise his supplying roe, haved kindly to my grandsuu: but--but it is not with money tbrough Winifred --—-' , on that account that you must come here and abuse _™“ Both, voth!—let us say .duth!” ejaculated, me in this style!” cConniclooolks CO