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He asked if I had found the young lady; and he next informed me that his master had revived some hours since, and "bore no malice." This outrageous assertion suddenly fired me with suspicion. I believed that the Cur had been acting a part when he threatened me with his pistol, and that he was answerable for the disappearance of Cristel. My first impulse now was to get the help of a lawyer.
The miller's knowledge of the stream, and his daughter's ready courage, had suggested the idea of letting the boat drift, with Cristel hidden in it. Two of the yacht's crew, hidden among the trees, watched the progress of the boat until it rounded the promontory, and struck the shore. There, the yacht's boat was waiting.
I was equally obstinate when Cristel asked leave to make up a bed for me in the counting-house at the mill. With the purpose that I had in view, if I accepted her proposal I might as well have been at Trimley Deen. Left alone, I placed the armchair and another chair for my feet, across the door of communication. It was properly locked. I have only to add that nothing happened during the night.
On one side of the fragment, I found these words: "... cruise to the Mediterranean for my wife's health. If Cristel isn't afraid of passing some months at sea..." On the other side, there was a fragment of conclusion: "... thoroughly understand. All ready. Write word what night, and what ... loving brother, Stephen Toller."
Old Toller highly approved of my conduct. He rubbed his fleshless hands, and whispered: "You'll get it out of Cristy to-morrow, and I'll help you." I found Gloody waiting for me outside the cottage. He was anxious about Miss Cristel; his only excuse, he told me, being the fear that she might be ill. Having set him at ease, in that particular, I said: "You seem to be interested in Miss Cristel."
I do so want to enjoy my happiness! Only let me see you safely home, and I ask no more." She helped me to rise, with the encouraging words which she might have used to a child. She put my arm in hers, and led me carefully along through the wood, as if I had been an old man. Cristel had saved my life but she would hear of no allusion to it.
But the dog has never changed; he feels and knows there is something dreadful in that man. One of these days, poor Ponto may turn out to be right. May I ask you something, sir?" "Of course!" "You won't think I am presuming on your kindness?" "You ought to know me better than that, Cristel!"
What I might have said to her, if the opportunity had offered itself, may be easily imagined. Before I could open my lips, a man appeared on the path which led from the mill to the spring the man whom Cristel had secretly suspected of a design to follow her. I felt her hand trembling in my hand, and gave it a little encouraging squeeze.
Roylake kindly promised me another round of visits, and more charming people in the neighborhood to see, will any good Christian forgive me, if I own that I took advantage of being alone to damn the neighborhood, and to feel relieved by it? Now that I was no longer obliged to listen to polite strangers, my thoughts reverted to Cristel, and to the suspicions that she had roused in me.
"We needn't say good-night just yet," I suggested; "I want to hear a little more about you. Shall I come in?" She stepped out of the doorway even more rapidly than she had stepped into it. I might have been mistaken, but I thought Cristel seemed to be actually alarmed by my proposal. We walked up and down the river-bank.
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