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Cristel and I stopped him, at the same moment. We instinctively lifted our hands to our ears. In his delirium of high spirits, he had burst through the invariable monotony of his articulation. Without the slightest gradation of sound, his voice broke suddenly into a screech, prolonged in its own discord until it became perfectly unendurable to hear.
It was situated behind a promontory of the river-bank, clothed thickly with trees, and was not visible from the mill. In the present direction of the wind, we could hear the striking of the church clock. Cristel counted the strokes. "Seven," she said. "Are you determined to keep your engagement?"
In a few minutes more, I could take that dear hand, and hold it to me as if I was holding to my life. "Cristel! what does it mean?" "Poison," she answered. "And he has suffered too." To my astonishment, there was no anger in her tone: she spoke of him as quietly as if she had been alluding to an innocent man. "Do you mean that he has been at death's door, like me?"
What's your name?" I wrote it for him. His face darkened when he found out who I was. "Young, personally attractive, and a great landowner," he said. "I saw you just now talking familiarly with Cristel Toller. I didn't like that at the time; I like it less than ever now." My pencil asked him, without ceremony, what he meant. He was ready with his reply.
Whatever she saw him drink, she was to insist on your drinking it too. You heard me ask leave to make the tea?" "Yes." "Well, that was one of the signals agreed on between us. When he sent me away, we were certain of what he had it in his mind to do." "And when you looked at Miss Cristel, and she was too busy with her brooch to notice you, was that another signal?" "It was, sir.
This is what I read: "You must have seen for yourself that I was incapable of insulting you and Miss Cristel by an outbreak of jealousy, when I found you together just now. Only remember that we all have our weaknesses, and that it is my hard lot to be in a state of contest with the inherited evil which is the calamity of my life.
He opened a cupboard in the wall, close by the second table, and returned with a pack of cards. Cristel imitated the action of dealing cards for a game. "No," he said, "that is not the amusement which I have in view. Allow me to present myself in a new character. I am no longer the Lodger, and no longer the Cur. My new name is more honorable still I am the Conjurer."
I am too stupid, or too impatient, or too wicked to be able to do that. Write it for me, dear, and make me happy for the day." Cristel was not attending to him, she was speaking to me. "I hope, sir, you don't think that father and I are to blame for what has happened this morning," she said. He looked where she was looking and discovered, for the first time, that I was in the room.
A man who can change his complexion, at will, is a man we hav'n't heard of yet, Mr. Roylake." I had been dressing for some time past; longing to see Cristel, it is needless to say. "Is there anything more," I asked, "that I ought to know?" "Only one thing, Mr. Roylake, that I can think of," Gloody replied. "I'm afraid it's Miss Cristel's turn next." "What do you mean?"
What I want to say is: you were not so inquisitive when you were a young gentleman in short jackets. Please behave as you used to behave then, and don't say anything more about our lodger. I hate him because I hate him. There!" Ignorant as I was of the natures of women, I understood her at last. Cristel's opinion of the lodger was evidently the exact opposite of the lodger's opinion of Cristel.
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