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For my part it is the joy of my life, and I hope to give up all my life to it." "Do you expect to see Langhetti when you reach England?" asked Brandon, abruptly. "I hope so," said she, musingly. The character of Beatrice unfolded more and more every day, and every new development excited the wonder of Brandon.
"But do not you also wish to secure the safety of Bice?" "Of course; but I shall not be needed. You will be enough." Langhetti tried to persuade him, but Despard was immovable. For himself he was too impatient to wait. He determined to set out at once. He could not get a carriage, but he managed to obtain a horse, and with this he set out. It was about the time when the bank had closed.
In fact, things had come to such a point that Langhetti found himself no longer able to refuse, and now only sought how to postpone his divulgence of his secret. Yet even this Beatrice combated, and would listen to no later postponement than the morrow.
"I am Signore Cavallo," answered the other, blandly. Langhetti made a peculiar motion with his left arm. The keen eye of the other noticed it in an instant. He returned a gesture of a similar character. Langhetti and he then exchanged some more secret signs. At last Langhetti made one which caused the other to start, and to bow with deep respect.
Thornton. He told her about Langhetti, and urged her to come on immediately and bring Edith with her. Then he returned to the cottage and wished to sit up with Langhetti. Beatrice, however, would not let him. She said that no one should deprive her of the place by his bedside. Despard remained, however, and the two devoted equal attention to the sufferer. Langhetti spoke only once.
So the conversation ended, and Langhetti still maintained his secret, though Beatrice hoped to find it out. At length she was sufficiently recovered to be able to begin the work to which Langhetti wished to lead her. It was August, and Langhetti was impatient to be gone. So when August began he made preparations to depart, and in a few days they were in London. Edith was left with Mrs. Thornton.
I have always been baffled There is only, one who can tell only one. She is here, in this room; and, in the name of God, I call upon her to speak out and tell the truth." "Who?" cried Despard, while he and Brandon both looked earnestly at Mrs. Compton. "Mrs. Compton!" said Langhetti; and his voice seemed to die away from exhaustion. Mrs.
I expected Langhetti, but found you." "Why did you not think that it might be me?" "Because I heard a threat of Potts about you, and took it for granted that he would succeed in carrying it out." "What was the threat?" "He found out somehow that my father had written a letter to you. I suppose they told him so at the village post-office.
"My pocket-book is in my coat, and if you open the inside pocket you will find something wrapped in paper. Bring it to me." Beatrice found the pocket-book and opened it as directed. In the inside pocket there was a thin, small parcel. She opened it and drew forth a very small baby's stocking. "Look at the mark," said Langhetti. Beatrice did so, and saw two letters marked on it B. D.
She lives in the last cottage on the left-hand side of the road, close by the sea. There is an American elm in front." There was no signature. Despard handed it in silence to Langhetti, who read it eagerly. Joy spread over his face. He started to his feet. "I must go at once," said he, excitedly. "Will you?" "No," replied Despard. "You had better go. I must stay; my purpose is a different one."
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