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And so it did, though it was written in a rather shaky hand, in pencil, on one of Miss Arden's hospital record blanks of all things! DEAR MR. KING: It is the most wonderful thing in the world to be sitting up far enough to be able to write and tell you how sorry I am that you are lying down. But Mrs. Burns assures me that you are fast improving and that soon you will be about again.
Wilmot," he said, afire in all his blood of the man who has the right to demand of the whole world the justice he gives it. Arden Wilmot stared dumfounded, first at Lorry, then at Estelle. In the pause, Adelaide, drawn from the library by the sound of Arden's fury, reached the front doorway, saw the three, instantly knew the whole cause of this sudden, harsh commotion.
I am exceedingly grieved, for he is a noble animal, but fear this will be the end of my poor dog. "I am, dear Louisa, yours truly Thus by the fortunate preservation of the last half of the note the whole affair was cleared up, Mrs. Arden's character vindicated from the charge of being a defamer, and Mr. McNeal from all suspicion of dishonesty. And all their friends were pleased and satisfied.
Lord Arden sat down beside them on the turf and asked Dickie a good many questions about where he was born, and who he had lived with, and what he had seen and done and been. Dickie answered honestly and straightforwardly. Only of course he did not tell about the magic, or say that in that magic world he and Lord Arden's children were friends and cousins.
Hannibal, in the background, grinned and chuckled silently, as he saw Arden's dazed, wondering admiration, saying to himself, "Dey ain't used to such young ladies as mine, up here it kind o' dazzles 'em."
Pondering for a few moments on Arden's treacheries, his thoughts going back to the little petty theft at Constantinople, he tried to account for it all, but only came to the conclusion that it was inherent wickedness and villainy. George had outwitted and defied him at Port Said.
Arden's dreadful words kept repeating themselves over and over again. "O God!" she exclaimed, in the darkness, "whither am I drifting? Must I be driven to this awful fate in order to provide for those dependent upon me? Cannot bountiful Nature feed us? Wilt Thou not, in mercy, send one drop of rain? O Jesus, where is Thy mercy?"
As may well be imagined, recent events, as far as he understood them, had stirred Arden's sensitive nature to the very depths. Hiding his feelings from all save his mother, and often from her; appearing to his neighbors stolid and sullen in the extreme, he was, in fact, in his whole being, like a morbidly-excited nerve.
"Well," she added, "as you are to be so largely the gainer by this sudden withdrawal from Newport, we quiet people, who cannot but miss your pleasant company, have nothing left but acquiescence. I hope to make Miss Arden's acquaintance on our return to B ." The voice of Mrs. Dexter had a faint huskiness and there were signs of depression which she was not able to conceal.
She hadn't known he'd earned that been acclaimed by his peers as having honor so uncompromising it couldn't be questioned. So much for the lady Arden's and her own hope of some clemency, Dana thought. Yet Arden must have known the Alanna was entitled to honor-black . . . Urged forward by one of her guards, Dana approached the Bench and, before she could be prompted, knelt.
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