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Three-fourths of the whole repulsive power of the engines was now being exerted a force which would have been sufficient to hurl the Astronef up from the surface of the Earth like a feather in a whirlwind. Her downward course became a little slower, but still she did not stop. Zaidie, white to the lips, looked down upon the hideous scene beneath and slipped her hand through Redgrave's arm.
Alma did not entertain the least doubt of her friend's veracity, and the desire to have a companion on such an expedition seemed to her natural enough; yet she felt so uneasy at the thought of what she had consented to do, that even whilst descending the stairs she all but stopped and begged to be excused. The thought of stealing into Redgrave's bachelor home, even with Mrs.
Pure hatred, it seemed. But I've had a strange fancy. She talked about a woman I used to know very slightly, a Mrs. Strangeways, and seemed to be in fear of her; she said that woman and I were circulating stories about her. And I have wondered Why are you looking like that? 'She must be mad. I'll tell you. I only wish I had told you before. She was there that night at Redgrave's.
At the disclosure of her relations with Redgrave, he was interrupted by a short, hard laugh. 'I couldn't help it, Hugh. That woman! why, you have always said you were sure to meet her somewhere. Housekeeper at Mr. Redgrave's! We know what the end of that would be! Sibyl talked rapidly, in an excited chatter the kind of utterance never heard upon her lips. 'It was strange, Hugh continued.
Some interest she undoubtedly had to serve by this consistent display of affection, and with all but certainty Alma divined it. She shrank from the woman; it cost her an unceasing effort not to betray dislike, or even hostility. 'Of course, you saw last week's West End? pursued the hostess, smiling. 'You know whose doing that was? 'I only guessed that it might be Mr. Redgrave's kindness.
The girl Bessie was a model too in her time; and it was in Jack Redgrave's painting-room the pre-Raphaelite fellow who paints fearfully and wonderfully made women with red hair and angular arms I first met her. Jack and I were great chums at that time it was just after I sold out and I used to paint at his rooms.
In a sudden burst of wrath, Hugh banged the window open; but, before he could call to the cabman, a voice sounded in his ear, a clear quick whisper, the lips that spoke all but touching him. 'Do you know that your wife is Mr. Redgrave's mistress? He fell back. There was no blood in his face; his eyes stared hideously. 'Say that again, and I'll crush the life out of you!
A path which skirted the gardens would bring him in a few minutes to Redgrave's abode; this he found and followed. The bungalow was built in a corner of the park where previously had stood a gardener's cottage; round about it grew a few old trees, and on two sides spread a shrubbery, sheltering the newly-made lawn and flower-beds.
A man such as Redgrave, wealthy and a bachelor; a woman such as Sibyl, beautiful, fond of luxurious living; her husband in an embarrassed position how was it that he, a man of the world, had never seen things in this light? Doubtless his anxiety had blinded him; that, and his absolute faith in Sibyl, and Redgrave's frank friendliness. Maskell could still dare him to take a step against her.
There was a rumour, too, which might or might not have any significance, that Mr. Redgrave's housekeeper had suddenly left the house and could not be traced. 'Dead? The word fell from her lips involuntarily. 'And who killed him? said Harvey, just above his breath. 'It isn't known there's no name 'No. But I had a sudden thought. Absurd impossible
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