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He sent us here, and never asked us if we would; therefore thou must be with us, and give us repentance and humility and love and faith, that we may indeed be the children of thy Father who is in heaven. Amen." While Polwarth was yet praying, the door had opened gently behind him, and Helen, not knowing that he was there, had entered with Bascombe.
It did not occur to him yet that, uupressed from without, his honesty unstung, he might have taken more time to find out where he was than would have been either honest or healthful. He came to a stile where his path joined another that ran both ways, and there seated himself, just as the same strange couple I have already described as met by Miss Lingard and Mr. Bascombe approached and went by.
And now in truth for the first time, with any shadow of purpose, that is, did the thought of Helen as a wife occur to Bascombe.
I gave it up at last, he always trembled so till he got out again. I will show you such a curious place at the other end of it." She led the way to a closet similar to that by which they had entered, and directed Bascombe how to raise a trap which filled all the floor of it so that it did not show. Under the trap was a sort of well, big enough to hold three upon emergency.
As soon as it was over, it was all a mist from which gleamed or gloomed large the face of George Bascombe with its keen unbelieving eyes and scornful lips.
Bascombe yawned behind his handkerchief, and Wingfold gazed at the profile of the player, wondering how, with such fine features and complexion, with such a fine-shaped and well-set head? her face should be so far short of interesting. It seemed a face that had no story. It was time the curate should take his leave. Bascombe would go out with him and have his last cigar.
She stopped to let him praise God and bless her and fall on her neck; but, a good bit to her astonishment, Martin didn't show no joy at all far from it. He was silent as the grave, for a minute, and then he only axed a question that didn't seem to bear much on the subject. "Your father haven't seen Mrs. Bascombe to-day, then?" he said.
She was more occupied however in answering to herself the question why she shrank so decidedly from bringing Bascombe into the sick-room, than in thinking what she should say to Leopold.
It was incontestably with such a view that he had signed the articles and sought holy orders and that without a single question as to truth or reality in either act. "Your silence is honesty, Mr. Wingfold, and I honour you for it," said Bascombe.
Before he had thus concluded the sentence a little scorn had crept into his tone. "You make some allusion which I do not quite apprehend," said the curate. "Now, I am going to be honest with you," said Bascombe abruptly, and stopping, he turned towards his companion, and took the full-flavoured Havannah from his lips.
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