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"He is really Alfred Denham, who caused all the misery of my married life with George." "Anne's father." "No. I tell you he is not Anne's father. George was the father of Anne. He is dead. He died shortly after divorcing me." Giles felt his heart swell with gratitude to learn that Anne was not connected with Here he paused, more bewildered than ever.
"I didn't look after him, sir," said the Sergeant. "He's a sort of free-lancer, and not under orders." "But when did you see him last?" I asked. "Well, I'm a bit puzzled about that. I say, hear that?" "Hear them? Yes, of course," said Denham angrily. "The brutes! The cowards! Oh, if I were only well!"
She knew, in a flash, who the man was who was watching them. She drew the curtain abruptly. "Denham," said Rodney. "He was there last night too." He spoke sternly. His whole manner had become full of authority. Katharine felt almost as if he accused her of some crime. She was pale and uncomfortably agitated, as much by the strangeness of Rodney's behavior as by the sight of Ralph Denham.
The streets were empty enough on Sunday night, and if the Sabbath, and the domestic amusements proper to the Sabbath, had not kept people indoors, a high strong wind might very probably have done so. Ralph Denham was aware of a tumult in the street much in accordance with his own sensations.
It was with some difficulty that Agnes made her way through them, but shaking each warmly by the hand, and with many kind inquiries, she passed on, requesting, however, the cook to prepare some refreshments for the gentleman in the library. Arthur, as he threw open the drawing-room door, observed that Mr. Denham had raised himself on the couch, and was gazing eagerly in that direction.
"You're only a recruit yet, and your head's getting the better of you too. Yes, Mr Denham, that's the Colonel's own plan, and he's tried it every night for the last twelve nights." "What!" I cried. "Yes, my lad; called quietly for volunteers, and sent out twelve of our lads; but so far there don't seem to be one that has got through, and the game gets expensive.
At the end of the month, however, he was in the same state of distressing indecision relative to Miss Denham. On one point he required no light he was deeply interested in her, so deeply, indeed, that it had become a question affecting all his future, whether or not she was the person he had encountered on his horseback journey three years before. If she was
Major Denham and Dr Oudney were anxious to visit Birnie, the old capital of Bornou, and the sheikh left one of his chief slaves, Omar Gana, to act as their guide. Thence they were to proceed to Kabshary, there to await his arrival. They set out with five camels and four servants, making two marches each day, from ten to fourteen miles, morning and evening.
"Only me, Duncombe," said Denham. "Just come to see how Wren is." "Better, thank goodness," said the doctor. "He seemed to come-to about five minutes ago." "I am glad, Wren," said Denham, setting down the lamp beside the lantern. "Thank ye, sir," said the poor fellow, smiling. "Moray's come with me to look you up."
"But, my dear Mr. Denham," he said, as he turned from contemplating the scene without, and resumed his seat near the invalid's couch, "though I cannot promise that Nature will afford you the elixir you require, your case is not, cannot be hopeless, while there is balm in Gilead, while there is a Physician there."
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