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"I thought I'd play off a joke upon you, so I came out this afternoon and did it." Mr. Jiffin clasped his hands. "Was it a joke" he returned, trembling with agitation, uncertain whether he was in paradise or not. "Are you still ready to let me call you mine?" "Of course it was a joke," said Afy. "What a soft you must have been, Mr. Jiffin, not to see through it!
I stand at present, thanks to Afy, very high with the public; and you know, although my life has not the least altered, that my indiscretions have now a dash of discretion in them; and a reformed rake, as all agree, is the personification of morality. Prepare my way with the Dacres, and all will go right.
How is Mr. Jiffin?" "Oh, the wretch!" shrieked Afy. "Is it possible that you can have fallen into the popular scandal that I have anything to say to him? You know I'd never demean myself to it. That's West Lynne all over! Nothing but inventions in it from week's end to week's end. A man who sells cheese! Who cuts up bacon! Well, I am surprised at you, Mr. Richard!"
Whether he did commit the murder, or whether he didn't, he must know that I did not, because he came upon me, waiting, as he was tearing from the cottage." Dick's reasoning was not bad. "Another thing," he resumed. "Afy swore at the inquest that she was alone when the deed was done; that she was alone at the back of the cottage, and knew nothing about it till afterwards.
To-day, when Afy drove in, I asked Bag who she was, and he said it was his aunt, Lady de Courcy. I begged to be introduced, and took over the blushing Bag and presented him. 'But the father; the father, Lucy! How shall I get out of this scrape? 'Oh! put on a bold face.
She got acquainted with somebody else, a stranger, who used to ride over from a distance to see her; but I fancy there was nothing in it Richard was the one. And it went on till till he killed her father." "Who?" uttered the startled Isabel. "Richard Hare, my lady. Father had told Afy that Mr.
"I have told you that I never knew there was any Thorn mixed up with Afy, and I should like to know why my word is not to be believed? I never saw Thorn in my life till I saw him the other night at the Herberts', and that I would take my oath to, if put to it." Bethel quitted Mr. Carlyle with the last word, and the latter gazed after him, revolving points in his brain.
I called in at Herbert's the night before last, and Tom asked me to stay the evening. Thorn had just come. A jolly bout we had; cigars and cold punch." "Bethel," said Mr. Carlyle, dashing to the point, "is it the Thorn who used to go after Afy Hallijohn? Come, you can tell if you like." Bethel remained dumb for a moment, apparently with amazement. "What a confounded lie!" uttered he at length.
Carlyle had burst forth with an intensity never before felt. It had been smoldering almost ever since she quitted him. "Reprehensible!" groans a moralist. Very. Everybody knows that, as Afy would say. But her heart, you see, had not done with human passions, and they work ill, and contrariness, let the word stand, critic, if you please, and precisely everything they should not.
When you left this place, was it not to share Richard Hare's flight? Have you not been living with him?" "No!" burst forth Afy, with kindling eyes. "Living with him with our father's murderer! Shame upon you, Joyce Hallijohn! You must be precious wicked yourself to suppose it." "If I have judged you wrongly, Afy, I sincerely beg your pardon.
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