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So glad!" Two more light touches on his elbows dismissed him into the street. Sweet Marguerite at her frame, and Madame Dor's broad back at her telegraph, floated before him to Cripple Corner. On his arrival there, Wilding was closeted with Bintrey. The cellar doors happening to be open, Vendale lighted a candle in a cleft stick, and went down for a cellarous stroll.
Maitre Voigt looked round again towards the brown door which led into the inner room. "Have some pity on the poor girl," pleaded Bintrey. "Remember how lately she lost her lover by a dreadful death! Will nothing move you?" "Nothing." Bintrey, in his turn, rose to his feet, and looked at Maitre Voigt. Maitre Voigt's hand, resting on the table, began to tremble.
But I afterwards came to honour my mother deeply, profoundly. And I honour and revere her memory. For seven happy years, Mr. Bintrey," pursued Wilding, still with the same innocent catching in his breath, and the same unabashed tears, "did my excellent mother article me to my predecessors in this business, Pebbleson Nephew.
"Those are all your instructions, are they, Mr. Wilding?" demanded Bintrey, after a blank silence, during which nobody had looked at anybody. "The whole." "And as to those instructions, you have absolutely made up your mind, Mr. Wilding?" "Absolutely, decidedly, finally."
As the two passed through the door and closed it behind them, he drew a deep breath of relief. He looked round him for the chair from which he had risen, and dropped into it. "Give him time!" pleaded Maitre Voigt. "No," said Bintrey. "I don't know what use he may make of it if I do." He turned once more to Obenreizer, and went on.
Maitre Voigt's eyes remained fixed, as if by irresistible fascination, on the brown door. Obenreizer, suspiciously observing him, looked that way too. "There is somebody listening in there!" he exclaimed, with a sharp backward glance at Bintrey. "There are two people listening," answered Bintrey. "Who are they?" "You shall see."
"Why did she follow me on the journey? and how came the Cellarman to be the person who accompanied her?" "She followed you on the journey," answered Bintrey, "because she suspected there had been some serious collision between you and Mr.
"Who learn them together?" asked the lawyer, rather shortly. "Employer and employed." "Ay, ay," returned Bintrey, mollified; as if he had half expected the answer to be, Lawyer and client. "That's another thing." "Not another thing, Mr. Bintrey! The same thing. A part of the bond among us.
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