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'The second turning to the right. She had advanced her face to within a foot of his own, and in speaking mouthed very emphatically, fixing her eyes intently upon his. And now his first suspicion was indubitably confirmed. Her eyes were as black as midnight. All this feigning was most distasteful to Graye.
''Tis so seldom I get a gentlewoman to speak to that I can't help speaking to you, Miss Graye, on my fears for Edward; I sometimes am afraid that he'll never get on that he'll die poor and despised under the worst mental conditions, a keen sense of having been passed in the race by men whose brains are nothing to his own, all through his seeing too far into things being discontented with make-shifts thinking o' perfection in things, and then sickened that there's no such thing as perfection.
At ten o'clock he turned into Lancaster Place, crossed the river, and entered the railway-station, where he took his seat in the down mail-train, which bore him, and Edward Springrove's letter to Graye, far away from London. They entered Anglebury Station in the dead, still time of early morning, the clock over the booking-office pointing to twenty-five minutes to three.
Two or three people had to know to arrange things, and Sir Archibald Graye, of Toronto, was one, but otherwise he simply dropped out of life and buried himself in Canadian forests, and then, just as he was growing hungry for some things he could not get in the forest, my uncle came along and offered him what he wanted. "But how could you?" I asked him.
'Yes with his wife. I am firmly persuaded of it. 'What did you discover? 'That he fetched from the post-office at Budmouth a letter from her the day before the first advertisement appeared. Graye was lost in a long consideration. 'Ah! he said, 'it would be difficult to prove anything of that sort now. The writing could not be sworn to, and if he is guilty the letter is destroyed.
Springrove, she said, 'that I am altogether what you are pleased to call a stranger. I have known your family, at any rate, for a good many years, and I know Miss Graye particularly well, and her state of mind with regard to this matter. Perplexed love makes us credulous and curious as old women.
He smelt the fragrance of a cigar, and immediately afterwards saw a small red star of fire against the darkness of the hedge. Graye was pacing up and down the lane, smoking as he walked. Springrove told him the result of the interview. 'You are a good fellow, Edward, he said; 'but I think my sister is right. 'I wish you would believe Manston a villain, as I do, said Springrove.
'The afternoon express is just gone, he said, holding open the page, 'and the next train to Southampton passes at ten minutes to six o'clock. Now it wants let me see five-and-forty minutes to that time. Mr. Graye, my advice is that you come with me to the porter's cottage, where I will shortly write out the substance of what he has said, and get him to sign it.
'I will write to you. She loosened her hand and rushed away. In a wild fever Graye went home and watched for the next morning. Who shall express his misery and wonder when a note containing these words was put into his hand? 'Good-bye; good-bye for ever. As recognized lovers something divides us eternally. Forgive me I should have told you before; but your love was sweet! Never mention me.
Manston on her recent visit which might have meant anything or nothing; in spite of the photograph, and in spite of his previous incredulity; in consequence of the verse, of her silence and backwardness at the visit to Hoxton with Manston, and of her appearance and distress at the present moment, Graye had a conviction that the woman was an impostor.
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