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After trying such simple remedies as were within her reach, and trying them without success, Blanche became seriously alarmed. Anne lay, to all outward appearance, dead in her arms. She was on the point of calling for help come what might of the discovery which would ensue when the door from the hall opened once more, and Hester Dethridge entered the room.
That means I have been walking over her grave." Blanche turned from the sight of the slate, and from the sight of the woman, in horror. "You frighten me!" she said. "You will frighten her if she sees you. I don't mean to offend you; but leave us, please leave us." Hester Dethridge accepted her dismissal, as she accepted every thing else.
In the sanctuary of her own room with all the other inmates of the house sleeping round her the dumb woman threw off the mysterious and terrible disguise under which she deliberately isolated herself among her fellow-creatures in the hours of the day. Hester Dethridge spoke. In low, thick, smothered accents in a wild litany of her own she prayed.
Oh, Hester, I can't bring her to! Look at her! look at her!" Hester Dethridge looked at her, and shook her head. Looked again, thought for a while and wrote on her slate. Held out the slate over Anne's body, and showed what she had written: "Who has done it?" "You stupid creature!" said Blanche. "Nobody has done it."
She then turned to the cook still waiting her pleasure, with stony composure, slate in hand. "You have done wrong," said her ladyship, severely. "I am your mistress. You are bound to answer your mistress " Hester Dethridge bowed her head, in icy acknowledgment of the principle laid down so far. The bow was an interruption. Lady Lundie resented it.
What will have become of your stomach when you get to my age?" "I sha'n't complain, Sir Patrick, if I can eat as good a dinner as you do." "That reminds me! I met somebody I knew at the station. Hester Dethridge has left her place, and gone to London by the train. We may feed at Windygates we have done with dining now. It has been a final quarrel this time between the mistress and the cook.
Concluding that she had inadvertently said, or done, something to offend Hester Dethridge, Anne determined to return to the subject at the first favorable opportunity. In the mean time, she descended to the ground-floor. The dining-room door, standing wide open, showed her Geoffrey sitting at the table, writing a letter with the fatal brandy-bottle at his side. After what Mr.
When Hester Dethridge crossed the passage with the tea-tray, and entered the drawing-room, he gave the sign which had been agreed on. He rang his bell. Hester came out again, closing the drawing-room door behind her. "Is she safe at her tea?" he asked, removing his heavy boots, and putting on the slippers which were placed ready for him. Hester bowed her head. He pointed up the stairs.
In the mean time Blanche remained portentously quiet in the upper regions of the house; while Lady Lundie steadily pursued her inquiries down stairs. Not an atom of information having been extracted in the house or out of the house, from man or boy, her ladyship fell back on the women next. She pulled the bell, and summoned the cook Hester Dethridge.
Anne had hitherto not shared the conviction felt by most other persons who were brought into contact with Hester Dethridge, that the woman's mind was deranged. After what she had just seen, however, the general impression became her impression too. She had thought of putting certain questions to Hester, when they were left together, as to the origin of the fire.
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