A Struggle for a Ring — page 81: what you’re looking at

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AN OLD MAN CHEERED. 77 covered with hot kisses and tears. ‘‘God bless the gen- erous hands that have come to the help of me and mine!” he said. Lord Carsdale was deeply touched. ‘‘T never thought, sir,” subbed John Derwent, ‘‘that God would be so good to me.’ Then the ladies, as the honest little ccd se called them, came in, and the /e/e-a-#e/e ended. From that hour Lord Carsdale liked his wife’s father better than any other member of the family. He liked Rose, but Harriet and Frank were terrible. For the list- less, complaining mother he felt profound pity, but no great liking. There was- some little murmuring when the young hus- | band announced his intention of staying at the hotel. John Derwent agreed. | ‘You are right, sir,” he said; ‘‘our house is not fit for 33 ou. : Mrs. Derwent merely said ‘‘she was afraid that the neighbors would think it very strange.” Hettie murmured loudly. ‘We are not good enough for you now, I suppose,” she said to Alice; ‘‘but if ever I get married and come home to see my mother I shall stay at her house, even should I marry a duke.” | : ‘Dukes are not so common,” cried Frank, who spent the whole of his life in a species of guerrilla warfare with Hettie, and never missed any chance of annoying her. Rose was the only one who kissed Alice, and said: ‘You will be far more at home there than here, my darling.” | It was late in the evening before they could get away from Cecil street, and then, when they had been accom- (E(o) (E(@) Mm (C ,00