Penny Blood Serial Fiction — page 80: what you’re looking at

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MR. GUNTHORPE’S VISITS 63 trickle down his cheeks, not only surprised, but affected also, for it was singular that this old man—a complete stranger to them — should take such an evident interest in their circumstances, both moral and worldly. But hastily dashing away those tears, Mr. Gunthorpe resumed his seat, and for a few moments remained wrapped up in deep thought. ) ‘“ Well,” he suddenly resumed, turning toward Lady Bess, ‘about yourself? You had a fortune, I suppose? ”’ “IT received some money,’ she answered, still with a visible unwillingness to be thus questioned. ‘““Oh, you received some money?’ repeated Mr. Gun- thorpe. ‘ Would you mind telling me how much? I can assure you that I ask not from mere curiosity.” “Then I will tell you, sir,” responded Lady Bess. “ I received five thousand pounds.” “Five thousand pounds! no more?.”’ said Mr. Gunthorpe. ‘“ Are you sure? Pray tell me the exact truth, without re- serve.” “That is the exact truth,” replied Lady Bess, with in- creasing curiosity and surprise at this interrogatory. “ But I should add, in fairness to a certain individual, that I have latterly received a hundred pounds quarterly, through an attorney in London,”’ “And that individual to whom you allude?” said Mr. Gunthorpe, somewhat eagerly, ‘‘ pray tell me his name.” “Tt donot know wherefore I should conceal it,’’ observed the Amazonian lady, “‘for you can have none but a good motive in thus questioning me.” ‘“ Certainly not. On my soul, as a living man,”’ exclaimed Mr. Gunthorpe, vehemently, ‘‘my motive is a good one. The name of that individual? ”’ ‘Sir John Marston,”’ rejoined Elizabeth. “ Ah, the villain! ’’ muttered the old gentleman, in a tone of deep execration. ‘“‘ But now another question, my dear Elizabeth, for so you must permit me to call you. You have been married. You are married, — your husband, I pre- sume as a matter of course his name is Chandos? ”’ Lady Bess blushed up to the very hair of her head, and uttered not a word. “ My dear sir,’ said Francis Paton, approaching Mr. Gunthorpe and bending down toward him, “ pardon me Gomichdoo cS (S(O)