After a little preliminary chat, Hazlehurst made known the particular object of his call.
"Do I remember William Stanley's personal appearance and habits? Perfectly; quite as well as I do my own brother's," replied the doctor, to Harry's first inquiry.
"Mrs. Lawson told me that he used to pass half his time at your father's house, and kindly offered to assist me, as far as lay in her power; and I look upon myself as doubly fortunate in finding you here to-day. We wish, of course, to collect as many minute details as possible, regarding Mr. Stanley's son, as we feel confident, from evidence already in our power, that this new-comer is an impostor."
"No doubt of it," replied the doctor; "an extravagant story, indeed! Nearly eighteen years as still as a mouse, and then coolly stepping in, and claiming a property worth some hundreds of thousands. A clear case of conspiracy, without doubt."
"Poor William was no saint, certainly," added Mrs. Lawson; "but this sailor must be a very bad man."
"Pray, when did you last see young Stanley!" asked Harry, of the lady.
"When he was at home, not long before his father's death. He held out some promise of reforming, then. Billings, who first led him into mischief, was not in the neighbourhood at that time, and his father had hopes of him; but some of his old companions led him off again."
"He must have been a boy of strange temper, to leave home under such circumstances; an only son, with such prospects before him."
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at our arrival, and said one to the other, “This is the
accept her now, my lord,” said Walder Rivers. “Else
are too kind, Your Grace. As you accept these terms, I
gesture with his hand, and his men moved out of earshot.
that she might honestly give him the answer that he demanded.
have them.” He nodded, and there was glumness to his
had vanished in the mists. Falling, the flaming arrow was
“Wars need not be fought until the last drop of blood.”
had come across his northerly camp and he feared that they
that Brienne and Ser Cleos would have reached the city
the steps again, finding himself now nearly up to his armpits
not command you. Not in this. But if you refuse, Lord Frey