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I have a reason for asking." As he spoke, there arose among the guests in the rapidly-filling ballroom a low murmur of surprise and admiration. The Major laid one hand on Percy's shoulder, and, lifting the other, pointed to the door. "What is Miss Bowmore like?" he repeated. "There she is! Let her answer for herself." Percy turned toward the lower end of the room.
What's the matter? You don't seem to be listening to me." This last remark was perfectly justified. In telling the Captain's love-story, Major Mulvany had revived his young friend's memory of the lady in the blue dress, who had haunted the visions of Doctor Lagarde. "Tell me," said Percy, "what is Miss Bowmore like? Is there anything remarkable in her personal appearance?
Bowmore was here, and when I left the house he troubled me much by coming after me. I was obliged to tell him that I wished to be alone, and I was in a nervously explosive state when I did it. He seemed reluctant to go; my anger blazed out, and I violently ordered him off. From what he has told me it seems that he followed me still, but lost sight of me near Penn's Meadow.
Terrified at the effect which her attempt at explanation produced on Percy, helplessly ignorant when she was called upon to account for her daughter's absence, Mrs. Bowmore could only shed tears and express a devout trust in Providence. Her husband looked at the new misfortune from a political point of view. He sat down and slapped his forehead theatrically with the palm of his hand.
Bowmore, that they've took up, he's been sort of keepin' company with Miss Claire for some time, an' there's no doubt she was very fond of him. That makes it pretty bad for her, takin' it both ways, you see." "Of course terrible. But tell me how the thing happened, and why they took this Mr. Bowmore."
I could see that he feared the hysterical breakdown that might come at any moment after the lengthened suspense Miss Peytral had suffered. "Listen, now you mustn't frighten yourself too much. If Mr. Bowmore is innocent and you say you are so certain of it then I've no doubt of finding a way to prove it if only you'll make your best effort to help me, and keep your wits about you.
As he looked at his wife to see what effect he had produced on her, the sound of heavy carriage-wheels and the trampling of horses penetrated to the parlor from the garden-gate. Mr. Bowmore started to his feet, with every appearance of having suddenly altered his mind on the question of flight. Just as he reached the hall, Percy's voice was heard at the front door. "Let me in. Instantly!
"One of them was his son, the Captain; one was his daughter, Miss Bervie; and the third was that smooth-tongued old soldier, Major Mulvany. If the escape of Mr. Bowmore and Mr. Linwood is in contemplation, mark my words: the persons whom I have just mentioned will be concerned in it and perhaps Miss Charlotte herself as well.
And then Bowmore turned and walked away." "One moment," Hewitt interposed. "You are telling me what Grant saw and heard. How did it come to your knowledge?" "Told me hisself, sir told me every word yesterday. Told me twice, in fact. First thing in the morning when they found the body, and then again after he'd been to Redfield and had it took down by the police.
Percy spoke to her hopefully and kindly, as he kissed her cheek at parting. On the next morning, a letter, addressed to Mrs. Bowmore, was delivered at the cottage by private messenger. Opening the letter, she recognized the handwriting of her husband's old friend, and her old friend Major Mulvany.
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