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Nora looked up at the lady for an instant and then dropped her eyes. "Quite sufficient! Now, my girl, as by your silence you have admitted all my suppositions, I must speak to you very seriously. And in the first place I would ask you, if you do not know, that when a gentleman of Mr. Brudenell's high position takes notice of a girl of your low rank, he does so with but one purpose? Answer me!"
"I beg your pardon, sir; I did not know it; but now that you enlighten me, I will not offend again," laughed Ishmael. Mr. Brudenell's greeting was quieter, but even more cordial than that of the judge. Before breakfast was over they were joined by others of their fellow-passengers, whom they had not seen since the first day out. Among the rest was a certain Dr.
Still the bitter, bitter gesture of negation from Herman. "Father," said Ishmael, fixing his beautiful eyes on Brudenell's face and speaking earnestly, "it seems to me that if any young lady had loved me with such devotion and constancy, I must have loved her fondly in return. I could not have helped doing so!" "She wronged me, Ishmael!"
I thought, and the police thought, that it was a case of intended murder." "Ah, sir, they are clever, your police, but they sometimes make mistakes! Is it not so?" Doctor Brudenell's face flushed crimson. Was she laughing at him? It looked like it. He was taken aback, discomfited.
The massacre of his "outfit." An added crime to leave Murray free to wallow in his gold lust. Free to possess himself of Jessie Mowbray. He wondered how long Louis Creal would have survived had Murray achieved his purpose. His discovery had been incredible almost. But not quite. Subconscious doubts of Murray had always been his. Bill Brudenell's doubts of the man had been more than subconscious.
It really seemed so; for when he made his appearance at the cottage in the morning he brought the marriage license in his pocket and a peripatetic minister in his company. And before the astonished sisters had time to recover their self-possession Herman Brudenell's will had carried his purpose, and the marriage ceremony was performed.
Reuben waited outside for the end of the parson's interview with his betrothed. "This is a great trial to you, my poor girl; may the Lord support you under it!" said Mr. Wynne, as they entered the hut and sat down. Hannah sobbed. "I suppose it was the discovery of Mr. Brudenell's first marriage that killed her?" "Yes, sir," sobbed Hannah. "Ah!
Brudenell's estate, and supporting his family by such a very great variety of labor as had earned for him the title of "Professor of Odd Jobs." It was young Herman Brudenell, when a boy, who gave him this title, which, from its singular appropriateness, stuck to him; for he could, as he expressed it himself, "do anything as any other man could do."
But more than all else it resembled a caravan, and an extensive one. The preparations had occupied the whole of the long winter, and had been wrapped in profound secrecy. The two men who had carried them out, under Bill Brudenell's watchful eye, had labored under no delusions. They were preparing for a great adventure in the hunt for gold, but they were also preparing for war on no mean scale.
Brudenell's arm, she advanced towards the group. Claudia turned around, not altogether in surprise, for Ishmael had thoughtfully prepared them all for this new addition to the family circle. "Lady Vincent, I believe you have already met my husband, Mr. Brudenell," said the countess, gravely presenting him to her guest.
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