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"But you're happy, ain't you?"
"Yes," she said. The lie once told must of course be continued.
"Upon my word, I don't quite understand you," said Sir Griffin. "Look
here, Lucinda; if you want to back out of it you can, you know."
"If you ask me again, I will." This was said with the old savage voice,
and it at once reduced Sir Griffin to thraldom. To be rejected now would
be the death of him. And should there come a quarrel, he was sure that it
would seem to be that he had been rejected.
"I suppose it's all right," he said; "only when a man is only thinking how
he can make you happy, he doesn't like to find nothing but crying." After
this there was but little more said between them before they returned to
the castle.
CHAPTER XLIII
LIFE AT PORTRAY
On the Monday Frank took his departure. Everybody at the castle had liked
him except Sir Griffin, who, when he had gone, remarked to Lucinda that he
was an insufferable legal prig, and one of those chaps who think
themselves somebody because they are in Parliament. Lucinda had liked
Frank, and said so very boldly. "I see what it is," replied Sir Griffin;
"you always like the people I don't.
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