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Updated: May 25, 2025
"Beautiful weather, Miss Emily, isn't it?" she continued, in a desperate hurry to change the subject. Emily reclined again in her corner of the carriage. She smiled, for the first time since she had become Mrs. Delvin's guest at the tower. Reaching the cottage at night, Emily found the card of a visitor who had called during the day.
Among the scattered populace of the country round, the tower was still known by the odd name given to it in the bygone time "The Clink." On the evening of her arrival at Mrs. Delvin's retreat, Emily retired at an early hour, fatigued by her long journey. Mirabel had an opportunity of speaking with his sister privately in her own room.
With that confession, Mrs. Delvin's brother closed his letter. During the first days of Mirabel's sojourn at his hotel in London, events were in progress at Netherwoods, affecting the interests of the man who was the especial object of his distrust. Not long after Miss Ladd had returned to her school, she heard of an artist who was capable of filling the place to be vacated by Alban Morris.
Delvin's devotion to the interests of her guest took even Emily by surprise. After reading Mrs. Rook's letter, she rang the bell on her table in a frenzy of impatience. "My brother must be instantly recalled," she said. "Telegraph to him in your own name, telling him what has happened. He will find the message waiting for him, at the end of his journey."
She has removed from the address at which my brother saw her last. He has made every possible inquiry without result." As she replied in those discouraging terms, the curtains which divided Mrs. Delvin's bedroom from her sitting-room were drawn aside. An elderly woman-servant approached her mistress's couch. "Mr. Mirabel is awake, ma'am. He is very low; I can hardly feel his pulse.
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