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Updated: May 22, 2025
She shook her head wearily. "I threw away one or two good chances when I first came out I suppose every girl does; and you know I am horribly poor and very expensive. I must have a great deal of money." Selden had turned to reach for a cigarette-box on the mantelpiece. "What's become of Dillworth?" he asked. "Oh, his mother was frightened she was afraid I should have all the family jewels reset.
He walked around my father and the girl, the hair about his lank jaws, his fingers working, his face evil. In his front and menace he was like a weasel that would attack some larger creature. And while he made the great turn of his circle my father, with his arm about the girl, stepped before the drawer of the table where the pistol lay. "Dillworth," he said calmly, "I know where he is.
My father looked the hunchback in the face. "Who is the man bringing this suit at law?" "A Mr. Henderson, I believe," replied Dillworth, "from Maryland." "Do you know him?" said my father. "I never heard of him," replied the hunchback. The girl, huddled in the chair, interrupted. "I have seen letters," she said, "come in here with this man's return address at Baltimore written on the envelope."
"Dillworth," he said, "you sent this child out to seek her father. Well, she took the right road to find him." The hunchback stepped back quickly, his face changed. He sat down in his chair and looked up at my father. There was here suddenly uncovered something that he had not looked for. And he talked to gain time.
"That's almost as bad as marrying Dillworth," he agreed, and they both laughed for pure pleasure in their sudden intimacy. She glanced at the clock. "Dear me! I must be off. It's after five." She paused before the mantelpiece, studying herself in the mirror while she adjusted her veil.
Later, old Bart and Levi Dillworth, returning from some frolic, had seen Bodkin riding his horse in a terrible gallop, with the dead woman across the horn of his saddle, on his way to the moon. It was true that both Bart and Levi were long in the bow arm, and men who loved truth less than they loved laurels.
"Is the thing a lie?" she said. "What thing, child?" replied my father. "The thing he told me!" "Dillworth?" said my father. "Do you mean Hambleton Dillworth?" The girl put out her free arm in a stiff, circling gesture. "In all the world," she said, "is there any other man who would have told me?" My father's face hardened as if of metal. "What did he tell you?"
He said I was a burden on him, a pensioner, a drone; and to go and seek my father." And suddenly she broke into a flood of tears. Her face pressed against my father's shoulder. He took her up in his big arms and got into his saddle. "My child," he said, "let us take Hambleton Dillworth at his word." And he turned the horse into the lane toward the ancient house.
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