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He was always evil and guilty forget his blood flows in your veins speak out and save yourself. Let him who is guilty suffer for his own crime!" The soft September twilight was filling the room. One pale flash of sunset came slanting through the grated window and fell on Inez Catheron's face.
Miss Darrell, allow me to present to you Sir Victor Catheron." Two darkly solemn eyes look up into Sir Victor Catheron's face. Both bow. Both murmur the pianissimo imbecility requisite on such occasions, and Edith Darrell is acquainted with a baronet. With, a baronet! Only yesterday, as it were, she was darning hose, and ironing linen at home, going about the dismal house slipshod and slatternly.
Both young ladies bowed both looked each other full in the face genuine admiration in Miss Seton's keen, jealous scrutiny in Lady Catheron's. She saw a girl of two or three and twenty, under-sized and rather plump, with a face which in point of beauty would not for one instant compare with her own or Trixy's either. But it was such a thoroughly good face.
To grieve her is torture to him, yet he grieves her often. For a tradesman's daughter to marry a baronet may be but one remove from paradise; still it is a remove. And the serpent in Lady Catheron's Eden is the ugliest and most vicious of all serpents jealousy.
Eight days after the burial of Lady Catheron, several events, occurred that wrought the seething excitement of Chesholm to boiling-over point events talked of for many an after year, by cottage fireside and manor hearth. The first of these, was Miss Catheron's examination before the police magistrate, and her committal to jail, until the assizes.
Suddenly he half started up in bed and looked about him wildly. "What brings Juan Catheron's picture here? Ethel! come away from him. How dare you meet him here alone?" He grasped Lady Helena's wrist and looked at her with haggard, bloodshot eyes. "He was your lover once how dare he come here? Oh, Ethel you won't leave me for him! I love you I can't live without you don't go.
I could not remain in the room, because the sight of blood always turns me faint and sick. I retired to my own apartment and remained there until the arrival of Lady Helena Powyss." There was one fact, the Chesholm Courier did not chronicle, concerning Miss Catheron's evidence the formal, constrained manner in which it was given, like one who repeats a well-learned lesson by rote.
We require to know on what footing Mr. Juan Catheron stood with his family. Did he ever come to Catheron Royals to visit his sister?" "He did not." "Had he ever been forbidden the house?" "I believe so." "On the evening of Sir Victor and Lady Catheron's arrival, his visit was entirely unexpected then?" "I don't know." "You admitted him?" "I did." "What did he say to you?" "I don't remember.
"Early on the morning of Tuesday the under jailer, going to Miss Catheron's cell with her breakfast, found, to his astonishment and dismay, that it was empty and his prisoner flown. "A moment's investigation showed him the bars of the window cleanly filed through and removed. A rope ladder and a friend without, it is quite evident, did the rest. The man instantly gave the alarm and aid came.
How artfully he began his work, how delicately and skillfully he "pumped" old Hooper dry, no words can tell. Mr. Juan Catheron was an "uncommon bad lot," he had come to the house and forced an entrance into the dining-room the night of Lady Catheron's arrival there had been a quarrel, and he had been compelled to leave. Bit by bit this was drawn from Mr. Hooper.
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