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Chigwin's words she sat up, and her eyes began to grow bright again. "I think so myself, Mrs. Chigwin. I shall be glad to get back to my own nice quiet home again. As for looking tired, it is only because I have been packing up my things and getting ready to go. Mr. Beadon has written to me to join him in London, and I am going to start this very afternoon."
Clarke's presentment of herself to the world, which included himself, as a genuine portrait; now he began to recall the long speech of Beadon Clarke's counsel. But the man had only been speaking according to his brief, had been only putting forth all the ingenuity and talent which enabled him to command immense fees for his services. And Mrs. Clarke had beaten him.
Besides, secret things are always found out." "You never went in for them." "And yet my own husband misunderstood me." "Poor Beadon! He was an excellent councilor." "And an excellent husband." "But he made a great fool of himself." "Yes," said Mrs. Clarke, without any animus. "And so Mr. Leith made a sad impression upon you?" "A few men can be tormented. He is one of them.
"Oh, I could never never tell you all!" said Milly hiding her face. "Don't tell me all then. You have called yourself Mrs. Beadon so far. You have heard nothing of Mr. Beadon lately except what you told me the other day?" "Only what Mr. Johnson said." Milly averted her head and looked at her child. "The name," she went on in a low voice, "the name is not not Beadon." "Never mind the name.
Her husband, she told them, was a great traveler, and was sometimes out of England for six months or a year at a time. He had just gone abroad again, and she had taken the opportunity of coming to see her grandmother and even of living with her for awhile, if she found Birchmead supportable. They were not rich, but Mr. Beadon allowed her quite enough to live comfortably upon.
Beadon Clarke was in court, and had been pointed out to Dion, an intellectual and refined-looking man, bald, with good features, and a gentle, but now pained, expression; obviously a straight and aristocratic fellow. Beside him sat his mother, that Lady Ermyntrude who, it was said, had forced on the trial.
Beadon is under the impression that you understand that you have understood all along that you were not legally in that position " "You mean," she said, her whole form quivering in her excitement, "that what he told me was false? that when he said that our declaration before witnesses that we were man and wife was a true marriage you mean that that was a lie?"
I don't know what I should have done if I hadn't met Mr. Johnson in the street. He was really kind, though he doesn't look as if he would be. He told me of nice cheap lodgings, and of some one who would look after me; and he offered me money, but I wouldn't take it." "How long did your money last?" "It was all gone before baby came. I lived on the dresses and presents that Mr. Beadon had given me.
"I had been suspicious and uneasy for some time, especially when he told me I had better go to Birchmead and stay with my grandmother, as he was too busy to come and see me, and the rooms at Hampstead were expensive. So I went to Birchmead and told them that Mr. Beadon was abroad.
Beadon Clarke listened with the passivity of a man encompassed by melancholy, and sunk deep in the abyss of shame. Aristide Dumeny was reading a letter which he held with long-fingered, waxen-white hands very near to his narrow dark eyes.
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