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Licensed 'ouse. That's where they took Wix him as got out of quod him as come down the Court to look up a widder." Aunt M'riar considered a moment whether it would not be better to instruct Micky to find out Daverill and deliver her letter to him in person. She decided on adhering to the convict's instructions.
Thornton Daverill," the directions being only partly visible, owing to the folding.
You might stroke me! This here's a civility call. For to thank you for your letter, Polly Daverill." She had edged away, so as to place the table between them. She could only suppose his words sardonically spoken, seeing what she had said in her letter. "I wrote it for your own sake, Daverill," said she deprecatingly, timidly. "What I said about the Police was true." "Can't foller that.
During this life at her father's the little boy died. He had been christened, after his father and uncle, Phoebe's rejected suitor Ralph Thornton Daverill. The little girl she had baptized by the name of Ruth.
Conceivably, her having set eyes on Daverill the son had made this hold the firmer. To her the name meant treachery and cruelty. Even in this worst plight of a mind in Chaos, she could not bear to see the rugged edges of a truth trimmed off, to soften judgment of a wicked deed.
"He's asleep." Daverill passes her, and just as he reaches the door remembers the pipe. It would be fatal to call out with that single knock at the house-door below. Too late! She still forgets that pipe, and only waits to be sure he is through, to open the door to the knocker. By the time she does so he has found the key and passed through the dormer door that gives on the leads.
Therefore the jury that tried Thornton Daverill for forging the signature of Isaac Runciman on the back of a promissory note found the accused guilty, and the judge inflicted the severest penalty but one that Law allows. For Thornton might have been hanged. But neither judge nor jury seemed much interested in the convict's behaviour to the daughter of the man he had tried to swindle out of money.
Daverill had supplied the defence with a perfectly fictitious account of himself and his whereabouts at the time of the commission of the crime, which of course fell to pieces on the testimony of witnesses implicated, who knew nothing whatever of the events described. There is no reason whatever to suppose that a desire to see his mother again had anything to do with his return.
POLLY DAVERILL. Sapps Court Dec 9 1854." The lines were ill-spaced, so that blanks were left as shown. At the end of the second, a crowded line, the word not was blurred on the paper-edge, and looked like a repetition of the previous word. One does not see without thought, why this letter sent its reader's heart beating furiously.
The only gas-lamp the Court possessed shone through it on her white face. "Now what's your * married name?" Aunt M'riar could not utter a word. "I can tell you. You're that * young Polly, and your name's Daverill. You're my lawful wife d'ye hear?" He gave a horrible laugh. "Why, I thought you was buried years ago!"
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