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Dalton concluded, with a burst of Christian charity which was creditable to him, considering how strong were his objections to Walcott's friendship with Miss Campion. The captain leaned his head back, sent a pillar of smoke up to the ceiling, and laughed aloud. "There is no question about it," said Milton, "that Walcott got out of it cheaply. I would not be in his shoes for any money, even now."
She had no fear now of their glances, as she passed them on the stairs, as she met them in the upper hall. What she had to bear she must bear in silence, and bear it like a Bannister. Dalton felt that Fate had played a shabby trick. He had planned a graceful exit and the curtain had stuck; he had wanted to run away, and he could not.
"I'm cursed if I'll inform you!" Chick did not delay for arguments or persuasion. With Patsy's help he speedily put Venner in the same helpless condition in which he had left Dalton, stretched upon the ground, within a rod of one another. Then he threw off his disguise, and shifted his revolvers to his side pockets.
That acquittal did come by a narrow chance, yet it did come; but at once, to the consternation of both brother and sister, the new trial followed. Here Dalton tried to keep up his confidence as before. His counsel implored him to help them in making his defense by telling them what he knew, but Dalton remained fatally obstinate.
As Dalton rose to go, he said: "My boy, you fully understand the importance of keeping this to yourself, till we need it in evidence?" "Yes, sir; I do." "Well, I know you are to be trusted. Put them in some safe place, under lock and key, and wait till I give you the word. Good-night."
Joyce had just returned from a half day in the city with Camille, whom she had been treating to some first-class music, and was just crossing the lawns to her own door, when she saw George Dalton come swiftly across the road from the park. She turned towards the walk to greet him, but her happy face fell as she saw the perturbed expression upon his.
To prove this charge James Dalton was produced, who swore that about nine o'clock at night himself and the prisoners overtook the prosecutor, Martha Hide, in Fleet Street; and observing that she had a bundle they resolved to take it from her.
He now moved toward a seat, his hat still tilted back from his forehead. "What makes you think this man you call Dalton stole it?" he asked, drawing a chair out from the table, as though he meant to let her lead him on a new scent. "Come over here before you sit down and I'll tell you," she exclaimed, peremptorily. "Now take a look at that box.
"Oh, bother your love!" muttered this affectionate son. "Well, then, you naughty, sensitive boy," said Mrs. Mowbray, "I will come here by myself, and tell dear Miss Dalton all about you behind your back. I will tell her about some of your adventures in London, and she will see what a naughty, wicked, rakish fellow you have been.
"That is strange" said I, "for he has known me from my infancy. I have sat upon Mr. Dalton's knee time and again, listening to his thrilling anecdotes and telling him my petty confidences." "Have you?" very indifferently. "Yes, and that is why I am morally certain this picture can in no way be associated with me, for there is no reason why Mr. Dalton should have one and keep it secret.
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