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"You know very well who I'm a-speaking to," growled Chatfield. "I told you you wasn't to come near these ruins it's forbidden, by order. You'll take yourself off, and that there young man with you we want no paid spies hereabouts!" "If you speak to me like that again I'll knock you down!" exclaimed Copplestone, stepping forward before Audrey could stop him. "Or to this lady, either.
"I don't see any good in thinking quick, or asking one's self questions," replied Copplestone. "We're locked in here. We've got Miss Greyle into this mess and her mother will be anxious and alarmed. I wish we'd let this confounded yacht go where it liked before ever we'd " "Don't!" broke in Audrey. "That's no good. Mr. Vickers certainly did what he felt to be best and who could foresee this?
He is dead set upon you, Copplestone. I can't imagine why." "Am I then so very unattractive?" I inquired drily. "It seems to me that Dawson is a man of sound judgment." "I confess that I do not understand why he lavishes so much attention upon you." "Your remarks, Cary," I observed, "are deficient in tact.
"Other side of the tower in an angle of the old courtyard," replied Spurge, "Can't see the spot from here." "And where's that road you told us about?" asked Copplestone. "The moor road?" "Top o' the bank yonder beyond the tower," said Spurge. "Runs round yonder corner o' this wood and goes right round it to High Nick, where we've cut across from.
Copplestone?" he remarked. "You can't be anybody else besides, I heard the landlady call you so." "Yes," replied Copplestone, distinctly puzzled by the other's manner. "What then?" The curate laughed quietly, and putting his fingers inside his heavy overcoat, produced a card which he handed over. "My credentials!" he said.
After all, we know nothing, and if this is all mere supposition however," she broke off, rising and going away from the group, "perhaps I had better say nothing." Copplestone too rose and followed her into the window recess. "I say!" he said entreatingly. "I hope you don't think me interfering? I assure you " "You!" she exclaimed. "Oh, no! of course.
"A bottle of ale, then, thank you," responded Copplestone, who saw that he had to deal with an original, and did not wish to appear stand-offish. "And whom am I going to drink with, may I ask?"
Copplestone suddenly laughed and touched Sir Cresswell's arm. He pointed to the edge of the moorland just outside the school-yard. Spurge was disappearing over that edge, and in a moment had vanished.
Both listened in silence and with deep attention; when all the facts had been put before them, they went aside and talked together; then they returned and Sir Cresswell besought Stafford and Copplestone's attention. "I want to tell you young gentlemen precisely what Mr. Petherton and I think it best to do," he said in the mild and bland accents which had so much astonished Copplestone.
There what is it, Copplestone," he broke off, seeing signs of a desire to speak on Copplestone's part. "You're talking of the very same afternoon and evening that I came down four evenings ago," said Copplestone. "My train was the four o'clock I got to Norcaster at ten surely they didn't come on the same train!"
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