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As I walked on alone, with the dark line of woods crowning the hill-top before me, the scene of that double tragedy, I again calmly reviewed the situation. I longed to go to the hospital and see Hylton Chater, yet when I recollected the part he had played with Hornby on board the Lola, I naturally hesitated.
It had not been intended that I should see that interior, and the reason why the Customs officers had been bribed was now apparent. I passed on without remark, making believe that I had not discerned anything unusual, and we entered the boudoir, Chater having gone back to the saloon to obtain cigars.
In spite of these cries, however, the chapel was thronged, until, after the third Sunday, when an order came forth from the magistrates, forbidding the missionaries either to preach, allow their converts to preach, distribute tracts, or even argue with the natives or in anyway "interfere with their prejudices" in Calcutta; and two new missionaries, named Chater and Robinson, who had come out without a licence, were prohibited from proceeding to Serampore.
Angie, dear, dear Angle, kiss me." She rose. Mrs. Chater had come from the stairs, now laid hands upon the small people and dragged them back from the pretty figure about which they clung. They screamed, "Let me go!" David roared; dropped prone upon the mat to kick and howl: "Take away your hand, mother!" Angela gasped: "Oh, comeback, comeback, darling Miss Humf'ay!"
You'd at least have had the satisfaction of knowing what their little game really was!" "But the man and the woman who left the yacht an hour before she sailed, and who slipped away into the country somewhere! I wonder who they were? Hornby distinctly told me that he and Chater were alone, and yet there was evidently a lady and a gentleman on board.
With glad unanimity they broke their restraint one upon the other; crushed pell-mell, hustling up the narrow stairs. Mrs. Chater plumped back into a chair; with huge hands fanned her heated face. "Fetch a policeman!" They plunged for the door. Bob's swollen countenance came over the banisters. He roared "Stop!" Kate, Jane and Susan swung between the conflicting authorities. "Call a policeman!
Mary's thoughts, to the neglect of her duty, had crept away beneath cover of these exchanges. Now she endured the disaster of amid silence clearing her plate with four pairs of eyes fixed upon her. Clarence removed the course; Mr. Chater, leaping as far as possible from the scene of his ordeal, broke a new topic. He enticed tentatively: "I saw a funny bit in the paper this morning."
My Mary was made of commoner stuff the wretched, baser clay of which not I, but my neighbours, not you, but your acquaintances, are made. Bob believed she would. He cried, "Send her away! Why the devil don't you send her away?"; gathered his skirts; fled for the safety of a locked door. Mrs. Chater believed she would. Mrs.
Chater, you know I could not keep David and Angela from you even if I dreamed of doing such a thing. Only, I say I would rather you did not come in while I bath them, that is all." "Yes, but why?" "Mrs. Chater would not like it for one thing, I feel sure." "Oh, that's all rot. Mother wouldn't mind anyway, I do as I like in this house." From all she had heard of Mrs.
"Did he say mug?" asked Mr. Chater, assuming the air of one who, knowing this at the time, would have committed a singularly ferocious murder. "Well you know that he did say mug ugly mug. Was that a thing for a man of spirit to take quietly? Was that a thing for a wife to hear bawled at her husband in the open street with the commissionaire grinning behind his hand?
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