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But still still let us hope still." "Have you one ground for hope?" "Perhaps so; but you will think it very frail and fallacious." "Name it, and let me judge." "One night in which you were on a visit to Derval Court " "Ay, that night." She kept calling on your name in a tone of passionate fondness, but as if in great terror.
The will itself bore date about six years anterior to the testator's tragic death: it was very short, and, with the exception of a few legacies, of which the most important was L10,000 to his ward, the whole of his property was left to Richard Strahan, on the condition that he took the name and arms of Derval within a year from the date of Sir Philip's decease.
I asked Strahan if he had yet found the manuscript. He said, "No, he had not yet had the heart to inspect the papers left by the deceased. He would now do so. He should go in a day or two to Derval Court, and reside there till the murderer was discovered, as doubtless he soon must be through the vigilance of the police.
To be brief, having once come, he came constantly. He had moved, two days before you went to Derval Court, from his hotel to apartments in Mr. 's house, just opposite. We could see him on his balcony from our terrace; he would smile to us and come across. I did wrong in slighting your injunction, and suffering Lilian to do so.
"Sir Philip Derval," said I, struggling against the appeals to fancy or to awe, made in words so strange, uttered in a tone of earnest conviction, and heard amidst the glare of the lightning, the howl of the winds, and the roll of the thunder, "Sir Philip Derval, you accost me in a language which, but for my experience of the powers at your command, I should hear with the contempt that is due to the vaunts of a mountebank, or the pity we give to the morbid beliefs of his dupe.
But for Richard Strahan at least, though I never saw him, I must do something before the newspapers make that announcement. His sister was very dear to me." "Your neighbours, Sir Philip, will rejoice at your marriage, since, I presume, it may induce you to settle amongst them at Derval Court." "At Derval Court! No! I shall not settle there."
The Englishman, to whom the culture of this latter and darker kind of magic was ascribed, Sir Philip Derval had never hitherto come across. He now met him at the house of Haroun; decrepit, emaciated, bowed down with infirmities, and racked with pain.
This time Haroun conversed freely, drawing forth Grayle's own irregular, perverted, stormy, but powerful intellect. I can best convey the general nature of Grayle's share in the dialogue between himself, Haroun, and Derval recorded in the narrative in words which I cannot trust my memory to repeat in detail by stating the effect it produced on my own mind.
I returned to my habitual duties and avocations with renewed energy; I did not suffer my thoughts to dwell on the dreary wonders that had haunted me, from the evening I first met Sir Philip Derval to the morning on which I had quitted the house of his heir; whether realities or hallucinations, no guess of mine could unravel such marvels, and no prudence of mine guard me against their repetition.
The mayor rose up behind the ballot-box on the large table, about which the villagers were gathered, and looked around in vain for the splendid figure of the young fisherman. "Where is your nephew?" he said to Corporal Derval, in an angry voice.
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