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"I don't know what the pay of a chaperon is, but I suppose Hernshaw can make it worth her while, if he's like the rest out there," said the other old fellow. "I imagine he's somewhere in his millions." The host held up one of his fingers. "Is that all? I thought more. Mines?" "Cattle. Ah, Mr. Hewson," said the host, turning to welcome him to the chair on his other side. "Have a cigar.
He hastened to that corner of the room where Miss Hernshaw was waiting, and if he had been suddenly confronted with his apparition he could not have experienced a deeper and stranger satisfaction than he felt as the girl lifted up her innocent fierce face upon him. It brought back that whole day at St.
"Well, you can imagine," said Hewson, not able to keep out of his tone the lingering disgust he felt for St. John. "He complained?" "He all but shed tears," said Hewson, recalled to a humorous sense of St. John's behavior. "I felt sorry for him; though," he added, darkly, "I can't say that I do now." Miss Hernshaw didn't seek to fathom the mystery of his closing words.
Her habit of a wandering eye, contributed to the effect she wished to produce, if this were the effect, and her success was such that it might easily have deceived herself. But when Mrs. Rock, in a supreme exercise of her unconsciousness, left him with the girl for a brief interval before it was time for him to go, Miss Hernshaw said, "Mrs.
"What I mean," and Hernshaw stepped to the edge of the porch and threw the butt of his cigar into the darkness, where it described a glimmering arc, "is that if anything came to me that would help shore up my professed faith in what most of us want to believe in, I would take the common-law view of it. I would believe it was innocent till it proved itself guilty.
Word came back that the ladies would see him, and he followed the messenger to Mrs. Rock's apartment, where if he was surprised, he was not disappointed to be received by Miss Hernshaw alone. "Mrs. Rock is lying down," she explained, "but I thought that it might be something important, and you would not mind seeing me."
"To save him from losing money by that story?" "Well yes. I ought to have told you the fact this morning, as soon as you said you would buy the place. I know that you like people to be perfectly truthful. But I couldn't without seeming to brag." "I understand," said Miss Hernshaw. "I took the risk of your writing to St.
Hewson went on as gravely as he could in view of her potential violence: he pictured Miss Hernshaw beating down the inadequate witnesses of "Ghosts" with her fan, which lay in her lap, with her cobwebby handkerchief, drawn through its ring, and her long limp gloves looking curiously like her pretty young arms in their slenderness.
In due course this advertisement was read by the servants at Hernshaw, and shown by Ryder to Mrs. Gaunt. She made no comment whatever; and contrived to render her pale face impenetrable. Ryder became as silent and thoughtful as herself, and often sat bending her black judicial brows. By and by dark mysterious words began to be thrown out in Hernshaw village. "He will never come back at all."
There was a sound of walking to and fro in the adjoining room, a quick shutting as of trunk-lids, a noise as of a skirt shaken out, and steps advanced to the door. Miss Hernshaw ran to it and turned the key in the lock. "Not yet, Mrs.
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