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Glazzard, undoubtedly. His description tallies exactly." Denzil broke out indignantly. "The whole thing is a fabrication I not only won't believe it, but simply can't. You say that you have suspected this?" "I have from the moment when Lilian told me that Mr. Glazzard knew." "That's astounding! Then why should you have desired to be on friendly terms with the Glazzards?" Mrs. Wade sank her eyes.
And then he had turned the conversation. So his mother had obediently arranged matters, and at about four in the afternoon left him at the Brook Street door. Early as it was, Amaryllis had made the tea, and expected to see both Denzil and his mother.
He leaned forward and spoke with a low earnest voice. Denzil could not instantly reply. "Give it up!" pursued Glazzard. "Take Lilian abroad, and live a life of quiet happiness. Go on with your literary work" "Nonsense! I can't draw back now, and I don't wish to." "Would you if if I were willing to become the Liberal candidate?" Denzil stared in astonishment. "You? Liberal candidate?" "Yes, I!"
"I feel quite easy in mind indeed I do. As you wish it, I will go to Mrs. Wade's, but" "It will be very much better. To tell you the truth, girlie, I shall feel so much freer knowing you are out of the row, and in such good care." She looked at him. "How wretched to be so weak, Denzil! I might have spared you more than half what you have suffered, if I hadn't given way so." "Nonsense!
Stepping inside, I saw Flora. She was standing by the table, with a look on her sweet face that set my heart throbbing wildly. How it happened I scarcely knew, but the next instant she was in my arms, held close to my breast, and I was showering kisses on her unresisting lips and eyes. "Denzil!" she whispered. "My hero my own love!" "At last, my darling!" I muttered. "You are mine!
They could not talk of anything but themselves and love for an hour, they told each other of their longings and anxieties and at last they spoke of John. "He was so splendid," Denzil said, "unselfish to the very end," and then he described to Amaryllis how he actually had died, and of his last words, and their thought for her. "If he could see us, I think that he would be glad that we are happy."
"But I thought you Russians did not greatly love the Poles?" Denzil remarked. "Enlightened Russians can see beyond their old prejudices and Stanislass was a lifetime friend. One day a new dawn will come for our Northern world." His eyes grew dreamy for an instant, and then resumed their watch of Harietta. Denzil looked at him and did not speak for a while.
Halfway down the staircase there was a sudden gap of six feet, down which Fareham dropped with his hands on the lowest stair, Denzil following; a break in the continuity of the descent planned for the discomfiture of strangers and the protection of the family hiding-place.
"A woman of character," murmured the detective. "Didn't I tell you so?" cried Denzil, eagerly. "Another girl would have let out that she was going. But no, not a word. She plumped down the money and walked out. The landlady ran upstairs. None of Jessie's things were there. She must have quietly sold them off, or transferred them to the new place.
By a miracle Wimp was at home in the afternoon. He was writing when Denzil was ushered up three pairs of stairs into his presence, but he got up and flashed the bull's-eye of his glance upon the visitor. "Mr. Denzil Cantercot, I believe," said Wimp. Denzil started. He had not sent up his name, merely describing himself as a gentleman. "That is my name," he murmured.
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