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Chapter NumberXII
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Full Date1898-05-18
Page Number4
Word Count766
Last Corrected0000-00-00
Newspaper TitleQueanbeyan Age (NSW : 1867 - 1904)
Trove TitleLove's Conquest
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CaAPTERt XII. Denys could not stay in the house; and without stopping to put on a hat or coat, he sent Ilindly through the hall and oedt in to the rain. Rli- mind'was ina whirl,: and, "oonnected thought 'was impossible ,in ;the tumulr of anger, in':ignation, and' dispair that surged within-him..:. Bub `despair had the mastey. and in the con-cinusness that the one' thing that;. Ihe orave I for 'im; the' world had been plased.l beyond r.his rsach'dh nothing rls- seemed to naaify. If Sir, Patrick persistebrl in his ippr asi inn--and Denvs frlt sure that he would-the Culling woods 'would no aong-r regaid him as a d..sirhblesuitrr, anid : e wtiuld be i,,row,, over,?'jlit as B ickfasi le g hald ieen, only with more reason, for the ,n?ltais heap-d .rpon Lord Castlehurst by Sir'Pui rick would aff rd him just cause for resentment. As 'it became more and mora clHanr to him that his' ahanches of winni,,g Adela had now indeed leen rendeeed hopeless, he realised for' the frst-time how little l e had hi herto taken' into account a possibility so crushing, and he felt as if hlie should go mad. That his father, whom he loved and. who loved him should be the person to inflicb such a blow upon him-and should do it in ignorance, in blind and unreasonable perversity-that was the intolerable part of it. And his know ledge of Sir Patrick's character leftt him no room for hope. ' He will never come round, now-never,' he ri flected, as, oblivious of the' rain and heavy drippings front the trees which de cended upon his btre head and unprotected shoulders, he hurried flown the avenue. "And yet, if he could have known her, he would have loved her-my sweet Adela, with her lovely face and exquisite eyes that have been so cruelly saddened I I shall never be able to rescue her from that life of wretchedness now ; and they will probably force her into marrying some vulgar million. aire twice her age, who will make her miserable. Oh, it is into'eranble-intoler hable !' It was well for Denys th 't on this stormy afternoon few people chanced to be abroad in the country lrnis, for, hail any of his friends met him, they wvould have thought that he was bereft of his senses. With his hair washed straight and dank by the rain, his eyes dark with anger and despair, and his features set into a strange resemblance of Sir Patrick's, he unlike the -spark ling. light-hearted and debonnair Oaiptaia Esmonde, who was univer.ially liked and made much of in the country, that he was hardly recognisible His clothes were soaked before he had been out half an hour, and the du k soon Iegan to close 'in, but still he forged ahoed as if driven by the Furies, and it was dark before he thought of retracing his steps. Sir Parick dined alone thrt evening ; and though Manders, the grey-heatled butler, informed him that the Captain had not yet returned from a walk. as if his absence was the most ordinary thing in the world, he was aware that there was some' hing very serious ly amiss. After dinner Sir Patrick went into the library to write a letter, and, when he gave it to Manders to be taken to the past, the butler noted that, though it was addressed to a different person, it bore 'the same addroes as the letter which had been dispatched in the afternoon. ' ' Lady Adela Collingwood '-who may she be, I wonder 4' debated Manders, as with the instincts of his class, he scanned the address before committing the letter to the post-big. 'I'll be bound it's she that's at the bottom of this rumpus I And a mis chievious baggage she-inust be to bring a quarrel bstwixt a father and son that never had a quarrel I efore-leastways such a quar rel as this ! I've seen Sir Patrick look black many a time ; but Mr. Denys always had a sweat.tempered way with him that turned it off with a word and a smile. But this rfter noon the Captain himself was put out, and he's been out in the rain for three mortal hours. Oh, my mind misgives me that there's trouble in the wind I ' W!.nder's premonitions were not without foundation. The quarrel between father and son was a 'more serious one than had ever occurred before, and in a contest of wills neither was likely to give way. S TO BE OONTINUED]