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Updated: June 21, 2025
They affect the nose; and my nose is my best feature. Let us use our eyes, my fair friends, to conquer, not to cry. Be it enough to say, that when I went back to Browndown, Lucilla went with me. I now observed her, for the first time, to be jealous of the eyes of us happy people who could see.
I was obliged to tell him that Nugent had left Browndown, and that I was the person who had sent him away. For a moment, I was really in doubt whether the skilled hand of the great surgeon would not be ignobly employed in boxing my ears. No perversion of spelling can possibly report the complicated German-English jargon in which his fury poured itself out on my devoted head.
Two days more slipped by and then a telegram found its way to Browndown. Oscar came running to us, at the rectory, with his news. Nugent had landed at Liverpool. Oscar was to expect him at Dimchurch on the next day. He sets us All Right I HAVE thus far quite inadvertently omitted to mention one of the prominent virtues of Reverend Finch.
I drew back from her. I looked at her lovely face without the slightest admiration of it worse still, with downright distrust of it. "Where did you go?" I asked. "To Browndown, of course!" I could not help it. I should have died if I had repressed it I was in such a rage. Lucilla laughed. "There! there! It was my fault; I insisted on speaking to Oscar.
Some lurking devil in him that I had never seen yet, leapt up and looked at me out of his eyes. "Tell her," he whispered savagely between his teeth; "and I will contradict you to your face! If you are desperate, I am desperate too. I don't care what meanness I am guilty of! I will deny it on my honor; I will deny it on my oath. You heard what she said about you at Browndown.
"You first made me suspect her, by what you said of her at Browndown," he answered. "Now carry your memory back to the time I have already mentioned in my letter when she betrayed herself to you in the rectory garden. Is it true that she said you would have fallen in love with Nugent, if you had met him first instead of me?" "It is true that she said it," I answered.
The key was not in the lock. I knelt down, and looked through the keyhole. The next instant, I was up again on my feet, wild and giddy with horror. "Burst open the door!" I screamed. "I can just see his hand lying on the floor!" The landlord, like the rector, was a little man; and the door, like everything else at Browndown, was of the clumsiest and heaviest construction.
I told Oscar honestly all that I have related here starting from my night interview with Nugent at Browndown, and ending with my precautionary measures for the protection of Lucilla while she was living under the care of her aunt. I was greatly interested in watching the effect which these disclosures produced on Oscar. My observation led me to form two conclusions.
Between ourselves, the late Doctor Pratolungo was of a fine mahogany brown all over. As for affairs in general at Dimchurch, my chronicle of the five days finds little to dwell on that is worth recording. We were not startled by any second appearance of the two ruffians at Browndown neither was any change made by Oscar in his domestic establishment.
He had discovered that it was his duty, as rector, to give the earliest information of the outrage at Browndown to the legal authorities. He went his way to the nearest magistrate. And I went mine leaving Oscar under the care of Mrs. Gootheridge and her brother back to the house. Mr.
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