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"We tramped an unusually long way from the camp at Flitch's instigation, as I recognised afterwards; but in the end we were rewarded by coming on a fine bear. 'You take first shot, said Flitch, in his curt, sullen fashion. I did, and was lucky. But the gun was not down from my shoulder when Flitch deliberately shot me in the back not with his gun, but with a revolver he had never shown before "
All the same, Bullard on going out, after Flitch's breakfast, to enjoy his own elsewhere, locked the latter into the bedroom, which was on the third floor. First of all he despatched to Lancaster a telegram brutal in its curtness: "Alan Craig is at Grey House."
Of course the shop failed, and Flitch's independence consists in walking about with his hands in his empty pockets, and looking at the Hall from some elevation near." "Is he married? Has he children?" said Clara. "Nine; and a wife that cannot cook or sew or wash linen." "You could not give him employment?" "After his having dismissed himself?" "It might be overlooked." "Here he was happy.
Immediately thereupon, Flitch's fly drove past, containing Colonel De Craye. Vernon could not but have perceived him! But what was it that had brought the colonel to this place? The pressure of Vernon's mind was on her and foiled her efforts to assert her perfect innocence, though she knew she had done nothing to allure the colonel hither.
"Your man-servant entreats you!" She signified a decided negative with the head, but her eyes were dreamy. She breathed deep: this thing done would cut the cord. Her sensation of languor swept over her. De Craye took a stride. He was accosted by one of the railway-porters. Flitch's fly was in request for a gentleman. A portly old gentleman bothered about luggage appeared on the landing.
The colonel screwed his head round for a glance at his coachman's back. "Perfectly guaranteed to-day!" he said of Flitch's look of solidity. "The convulsion of the elements appears to sober our friend; he is only dangerous in calms. Five minutes will bring us to the park-gates."
Stiffening himself, he turned and for the first time looked down on his handiwork.... Bullard had not meant to kill, though his heart had been murderous when he struck. It was without hope that he knelt to examine his victim. Flitch's time for repentance had been short indeed. He lay sprawled on his side, his hands clenched, yet his countenance was not so repulsive.
I verily believe that Flitch's melancholy person on the skirts of the Hall completes the picture of the Eden within. Why will you not put some trust in me, Miss Middleton?" "But why should you not pretend to engage him then, Colonel De Craye?" "We'll plot it, if you like. Can you trust me for that?" "For any act of disinterested kindness, I am sure." "You mean it?" "Without reserve.
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