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Wilkins, dulled as he was by wine thought he could allege a good and sufficient reason, for he said: "You must not be hard upon me, Ralph. That promise was made before before I exactly knew the state of my affairs!" "Before Dunster's disappearance, in fact," said Mr. Corbet, fixing his steady, penetrating eyes on Mr. Wilkins's countenance. "Yes exactly before Dunster's " mumbled out Mr.
"My first duty, sir," the inspector pronounced, "is to see the gentleman in question." "By all means," Mr. Fentolin agreed. "Gerald, will you take the inspector up to Mr. Dunster's rooms? Or stop, I will go myself." Mr. Fentolin started his chair and beckoned the inspector to follow him. Meekins, who was waiting inside the hall, escorted them by means of the lift to the second floor.
"I arrived yesterday at daylight. I am anchored out there in the bay off Garden Point. I was in Dunster's office before he had finished reading his letters. Have you ever seen young Dunster reading his letters? I had a glimpse of him through the open door.
I am sorry that it is even an Old Boy. It was a foolish, discreditable thing to have done, but it is not as bad as if any boy still at the school had broken out of his house at night to do it." "The sergeant," said Mr. Downing, "told me that the boy he saw was attempting to enter Mr. Outwood's house." "Another freak of Dunster's, I suppose," said the headmaster. "I shall write to him."
"It was all the rascal Dunster's doing, I've no doubt," said he, trying to account for the entire loss of Mr. Wilkins's fortune. To his surprise she lifted up her white stony face, and said slowly and faintly, but with almost solemn calmness: "Mr. Ness, you must never allow Mr. Dunster to be blamed for this!" "My dear Ellinor, there can be no doubt about it.
The break to her days of weary monotony was the letters she constantly received from Mr. Corbet. And yet here again lurked the sting. He was all astonishment and indignation at Mr. Dunster's disappearance, or rather flight, to America.
He esteemed him, he valued him, and he could not bear him. Year after year Mr. Wilkins had become more under the influence of his feelings, and less under the command of his reason. He rather cherished than repressed his nervous repugnance to the harsh measured tones of Mr. Dunster's voice; the latter spoke with a provincial twang which grated on his employer's sensitive ear.
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