It was a small Nike LunarGlide 5 dark-looking room, lined with dingily-bound books upon heavy carved-oak shelves, and with no other furniture than a massive writing-table and three or four arm-chairs. Over the mantelpiece, which was modern and low, there was a Christian Eriksen Drakter portrait of a young man with a dark handsome face, and it was at this that Augusta Darrell was looking. I could see her face in profile as she stood Cesar Azpilicueta Drakter upon the hearth with her clenched hand upon the mantelpiece, and I had never before seen such an Marcos Llorente Drakter expression in any human countenance.
What was it? Despair, remorse, regret? I know not; but it was a look of keenest anguish, of unutterable sorrow. The face was deadly pale, the great gray eyes looking upwards at the portrait, the lips locked together rigidly.
She did not hear my footstep; it was only when I spoke to her that she turned towards me with a stony face, and Daniele Padelli Drakter asked what I wanted.
I told her that Mr. Darrell had sent me.
‘I was coming this instant,’ she said, resuming her usual manner Nicolas Douchez Drakter with an effort. ‘I had only loitered to look at that portrait. A fine face, is it not, Miss Crofton?’
‘A handsome one, at any rate,’ I answered doubtfully, for that dark haughty countenance struck me as rather repellent than attractive.
‘That’s as much as to say you don’t Gel Sight think it a good face. Well, perhaps you are right. It reminded me of some one I knew a long time ago, and was rather interesting to me on that account. And then I fell into a kind of a reverie, and forgot that my dear husband might miss me.’
He Maxwell Drakter came into the room as she was saying this. She Jake Clarke-Salter Drakter told him that she had stopped to look at the portrait, and asked whose it was.
‘It is a likeness of Angus Egerton, the present owner of the Priory,’ Mr. Darrell answered; ‘and a very good likeness, too — of as bad a man as ever lived, I believe,’ he added in a lower voice.
‘A bad man?’
‘Yes; he broke his mother’s heart.’
‘In what manner?’
‘He fell in love with a girl of low birth, whom he met in the course of a pedestrian tour in the West of England, and was going to marry her, I believe, when Mrs. Egerton got wind of the affair. She was a very proud woman — one of the most Orbelin Pineda Drakter resolute masculine-minded women I ever knew. She went down into Devonshire where the girl lived immediately, and by some means or other prevented the marriage. How it was done I never heard; but it was not until a year afterwards that Angus Egerton discovered his mother’s part in the business. He came down to the Priory suddenly and unexpectedly at a late hour one night, Marcos Rojo Drakter and walked straight to his mother’s room. I have heard that old woman who has been showing us the house describe his ghastly face — she was Mrs. Egerton’s maid in those days — as he pushed her aside and went into the room where his mother was sitting. There was a dreadful scene between them, and at the end of it Angus Egerton walked out of the house, swearing Edin Dzeko Drakter never again to enter it while his mother lived. He has kept his word. Mrs. Egerton never crossed the threlinks:
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