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Allowing for the dreadful deaf monotony in his voice, no man could have been more innocently joyous and agreeable. While he was taking his morning draught, I appealed to Cristel's better sense. "Is this the hypocrite, who is deceiving me for his own wicked ends?" I asked.
Instead of taking his usual place, on the mat before Cristel's room, he smelt for a moment under the door whined softly and walked up and down the landing. "What's the matter with the dog?" I asked. "Restless to-night," said old Toller. "Dogs are restless sometimes. Lie down!" he called through the doorway. The dog obeyed, but only for a moment.
"Only that I met him last night," I explained, "after leaving you." "Did you know him before that?" "No. He was a perfect stranger to me." He picked up his book from the table, and took his pencil out of Cristel's hand, while we were speaking. "I want my answer," he said, handing me the book and the pencil. I gave him his answer.
My friendly interference might be of serious importance to Cristel's peace of mind perhaps even to her personal safety as well. Eager to discover what the contents of the portfolio might tell me, I hurried back to Trimley Deen. My stepmother had not yet returned from the dinner-party.
Cristel was away with her uncle, visiting some friends. Cristel's aunt received me with kindness which I can never forget. "We have noticed lately that Cristel was in depressed spirits; no uncommon thing," Mrs. Stephen Toller continued, looking at me with a gentle smile, "since a parting which I know you must have felt deeply too. No, Mr.
I knew how Lady Rachel's interference had appealed to Cristel's sense of duty and sense of self-respect; I had heard from her own lips that she distrusted herself, if she allowed me to press her. But she had successfully concealed from me the terror with which she regarded her rejected lover, and the influence over her which her father had exercised.
You will see in the fragment, what I saw that Toller the brother had a yacht, and was going to the Mediterranean; and that Toller the miller had written, asking him to favour Cristel's escape. The rest, Cristel herself can tell you. "I know you had me followed. At Marseilles, I got tired of it, and gave your men the slip.
After the performance of each trick, he asked leave to time himself by looking at his watch; being anxious to discover if he had lost his customary quickness of execution through recent neglect of the necessary practice. Of Cristel's conduct, while he was amusing us, I can only say that it justified Mrs. Roylake's spiteful description of her as a bold girl.
I was so anxious to know if she was at rest, that her father went upstairs to look at her. I followed him and saw Ponto watching on the mat outside her door. Did this indicate a wise distrust of the Cur? "A guardian I can trust, sir," the old man whispered, "while I'm at the mill." He looked into Cristel's room, and permitted me to look over his shoulder. My poor darling was peacefully asleep.
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