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Updated: June 15, 2025
But my nature would not permit me at such a crisis to remain passive long. I must arouse myself and act. Calling the nurse to take my place, I went to seek Mr. Bristed. I found him, as usual, in his library. "Sir," said I, "I am calm now; will you not explain to me this frightful mystery? I will listen and thank you." He placed a chair for me to be seated, and taking my hand, said gently:
Oh, you are cruel, cruel!" "Forgive me," said he, penitently; "I will do anything for you, Agnes take you away, if you wish; only let me go with you and see that you are properly cared for." I shook my head. "Richard may seek to find you; you may fall again into his evil hands if you insist on going thus alone." "Mr. Bristed," said I, "thus far I have acted as you directed.
"Move that boy at your peril;" and he clapped his hand upon his silver-mounted pocket-pistol. He had evidently been drinking. His day at the race-course had maddened him. He was in a dangerous mood to oppose. This Mr. Bristed evidently saw, as I did, for he beckoned me to go out for assistance. As I was moving toward the door for that purpose, Richard's eye lit upon me.
"Yes," said he, "I have heard, Agnes, that a gentleman visits you whom I surmise to be my brother, and, if so, I thought perhaps you would know through him of Herbert's place of hiding." "Has Herbert left you?" said I. "Tell me what do you mean, Mr. Bristed?" "Yes," said he; "some few weeks since, I left the Hall to visit an old friend. I expected to be absent a fortnight.
Through the gate and down the avenue I heard the galloping steed. I dragged my nerveless limbs to the window and peered forth. Clear against the horizon, now streaked with pale crimson rays of dawn, rising in bold relief I beheld the receding figure of Richard Bristed. He was leaving me without word or sign.
The carved footboard of the bed on which I was lying was not new to my sight. My weak brain was busy with conjectures, when a woman approached, carrying a glass and spoon. It was Mary, the housekeeper of Bristed Hall. "Why, Mary, are you here?" I asked in surprise. "Yes, Miss, but you must not talk. Take these drops. I am heartily glad you are better, Miss."
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