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They stood convicted of such a mean fault, that the shame was the meaner also. Suddenly Mr. Carroll's face changed. It became broadly comprehensive, so generously lenient that it was fairly grand. A certain gentleness also was evident, his voice was kind. "Never mind, ladies," said Arthur Carroll. "There is really very little use in your telling me your names, because my memory is so bad.
"Some high-minded Caracunan patriot, I suppose." "Why?" "Well, I suspect that it was a mistake. From a distance and inside a window, she might easily have been taken for some one else." Carroll's mind reverted to his companion's ready revolver. "Yourself, for instance?" he suggested. "Why, yes." "Who was she?" There was left in the Southerner's manner no trace of the cross- examiner.
"No, no," he said; "I am not a man to do things unadvisedly, or to let affection get the better of my judgment, where others dear to me are concerned. I know you, Richard Carvel. Scarce an action of yours has escaped my eye, though I have said nothing. You have been through the fire, and are of the kind which comes out untouched. You will have Judge Bordley's advice, and Mr. Carroll's.
"I hardly think that yours and mine differ, senior. I thank you for bearing with me with so much patience." He went out with his suspicions hardened into certainty. A man that you'd call your friend. Such had been Fitzhugh Carroll's reference to the Unspeakable Perk. With that characterization in her mind.
It is on the edge of the Schwarzwald, and we look down from the Schloss into a valley, oh, so lovely! with trees and a little r-river." "A much wilder prospect than we have here at Oakwood." "But not more beautiful, and the feeling is the same." A vulgar emotion assailed the well-kept precincts of Mrs. Carroll's mind. Curiosity, commonplace curiosity surged within her. She yielded to its force.
But it doesn't say 'wife. It says simply 'a woman." "And you were encumbering yourself with an unknown leper, at a time like this, just as an act of human kindness?" There was something almost reverential in Carroll's voice. "Scientific interest, in part. Besides, she wasn't wholly unknown. She's a sort of cousin of Raimonda's."
Helen thought Miss Cavendish herself was looking very well also, but Marion said no; that she was too sunburnt, she would not be able to wear a dinner-dress for a month. There was a pause while Marion's quill scratched violently across Carroll's note-paper. Helen felt that in some way she was being treated as an intruder; or worse, as a guest.
Nothing was more indicative of the absolute divorce of business and social life than the unbroken evenness of Carroll's friendship for the younger girl. Though later the old German and Orde locked in serious struggle on the river, they continued to meet socially quite as usual; and the daughter of one and the wife of the other never suspected anything out of the ordinary.
As for the middle-aged man at the book-keeper's desk, he disturbed him in a way that he would not admit to himself. He spoke to him rather curtly. If he could avoid speaking to him he did so. He had a way of sending directions to the book-keeper by the young man. The book-keeper, if he also surmised Carroll's private life, gave no sign, although he had ample time.
"Are those men? up the masts?" she cried. She set Prince in motion toward the beach. At the foot of the bluff the plank road ran out into the deep sand. Through this the phaeton made its way heavily. The fine particles were blown in the air like a spray, mingling with the spume from the lake, stinging Carroll's face like so many needles.
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