Beyond fair and reasonable persuasion, she must be
left perfectly free and uncontrolled in whatever decision she may come
to."
"There's my hand, then, Harry; I can ask no more."
After Clinton had gone, Hycy felt considerably puzzled as to the manner
in which he had conducted himself during the whole evening. Sometimes he
imagined he was under the influence of liquor, for he had drunk pretty
freely; and again it struck him that he manifested an indifference to
the proposal made to him, which he only attempted to conceal lest Hycy
might perceive it. He thought, however, that he observed a seriousness
in Clinton, towards the close of their conversation, which could not
have been assumed; and as he gave himself a good deal of credit for
penetration, he felt satisfied that circumstances were in a proper
train, and likely, by a little management, to work out his purposes.
Hycy, having bade him good night at the hall-door, returned again to the
parlor, and called Nanny Peety--"Nanny," said he, "which of the Hogans
did you see to-day?"
"None o' them, sir, barrin' Kate: they wor all out."
"Did you give her the message?"
"Why, sir, if it can be called a message, I did."
"What did you say, now?"
"Why, I tould her to tell whichever o' them she happened to see first,
that St. Pether was dead.
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