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My correspondent informs me that Miss Gwilt's story is a very sad one, and that her own conduct throughout has been praiseworthy in the extreme.
Pedgift, tell me in plain words what you want to do!" cried Allan, losing his temper at last. "In plain words, Mr. Armadale, I want to keep Miss Gwilt's proceedings privately under view, as long as she stops in this neighborhood. I answer for finding a person who will look after her delicately and discreetly.
If I don't hear from you to my full satisfaction by return of post, I shall be obliged to tell my husband that circumstances have happened which justify us in immediately testing the respectability of Miss Gwilt's reference. And when he asks me for my authority, I will refer him to you. "Your obedient servant, ANNE MILROY."
Miss Gwilt's eyes were looking at him again, and Miss Gwilt's hand had found its way once more into his own. "You are the most generous of living men," she said, softly. "I will believe what you tell me to believe. Go," she added, in a whisper, suddenly releasing his hand, and turning away from him. "For both our sakes, go!"
The true story of Miss Gwilt's connection with the house in Pimlico and the people who inhabited it a house rightly described as filled with wicked secrets, and people rightly represented as perpetually in danger of feeling the grasp of the law was a story which coming events were yet to disclose: a story infinitely less revolting, and yet infinitely more terrible, than Allan or Allan's companion had either of them supposed.
No error had been committed: the directions were identically the same. "Something wrong?" reiterated the nurse, advancing a step nearer to the bed. "Thank God yes!" cried Mrs. Milroy, with a sudden outburst of exultation. She tossed the Post-office circular to the nurse, and beat her bony hands on the bedclothes in an ecstasy of anticipated triumph. "Miss Gwilt's an impostor!
I have vainly requested some further explanation from Mrs. Milroy; she persists in maintaining silence, and in referring me to yourself. "I beg to inquire, in the first place, whether you admit or deny Mrs. Milroy's assertion that you have made yourself acquainted with particulars relating either to Miss Gwilt or to Miss Gwilt's reference, of which I am entirely ignorant?
Miss Gwilt's beauty having been at the bottom of the scandal, it was, of course, impossible though she was proved to have been otherwise quite blameless in the matter for her to remain at the school after what had happened. And her friends transferred her to another school; at Brussels, this time What are you sighing about? What's wrong now?"
Miss Gwilt's quickness and cunning would, in that case, produce some plausible answer on the spot, which the major's partiality would be only too ready to accept; and she would at the same time, no doubt, place matters in train, by means of the post, for the due arrival of all needful confirmation on the part of her accomplice in London. Helpless herself, to whom could Mrs.
It is amazing and inartistic, however, that after all her awkwardness she should fail. Given a blockhead like Armadale, and a dreamer like Midwinter, there is no reason in nature, and no reason in art, why a lady of Miss Gwilt's advantages should not marry both of them; and the author's overruling on this point is more creditable to his heart than to his head.
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