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There was a deep note in Venner's voice that did not fail to stimulate Gurdon's curiosity. He glanced again at the millionaire, who appeared to be talking in some foreign tongue with his companion.
You used to have faith in me so much that, if you would, you might still believe in me and my ceaseless love for you. Do you think that I will ever leave you here? My mother wants you and the child: we will be happy together at last, with such quiet or such pleasures as you will. My quarries are turning out wealth for me it is for you and Gurdon's child. Think of Gurdon's little boy!"
Venner appeared to be deeply immersed in his own thoughts, while Gurdon's eyes travelled quickly between the table where the millionaire sat and the deep armchair, in which the invalid lay huddled; and Venner now saw that the cripple on the opposite side of the room was regarding Fenwick and his companion with the intentness of a cat watching a mouse.
The Berkshire woods were soon cleared, and at Whitsuntide Edward succeeded in dispersing Adam Gurdon's band and in capturing its renowned leader in single combat. The last blow was already given to the rising in the north, where Henry of Almaine surprised the Disinherited at Chesterfield and took their leader, the Earl of Derby, in his bed.
It cannot be said that Gurdon's announcement caused any particular sensation. To all of those who knew anything about the inner history of the Four Finger Mine the conclusion appeared to be perfectly logical. It was Venner who mentioned the secret of the mine before anybody had even the curiosity to ask to see the paper.
One of the evening papers had come out with a startling letter which seemed to point to a clue, though it conveyed nothing to the police. Venner came round to Gurdon's rooms with a copy of the evening paper in his hand. He laid it before his friend and asked him to read the letter, which, though it contained but a few lines, was of absorbing interest to both of them. "You see what this man says?"
I mean the fellow who very nearly lost his life the night he fell down the cellar trap and found himself landed in the house in Portsmouth Square." "Oh, Gurdon's all right," Venner laughed. "I hope you will have the chance of making his acquaintance in the course of the day.
Her heart was leaping with joy and pride of him; still, she saw Gurdon's look. "Yes." "Why must some one always be hurt?" "We go to school, but the schools can't teach us anything, Vesty. "'Oh, sail away to Galilee, Sail away to Galilee!" he hummed airily, gayly. "What was it you 'told them' back there, Vesty?" Where now was Vesty's Sunday face? You would look far to find it.
"I should think," said the stranger, in a thin, dry tone, that caused Gurdon's pulses to beat a little faster "I should think that your prophecy is in a fair way to turn out correct. I don't ask you why you came here, because you would not tell me if I did.
Perhaps he had been standing unconsciously on a grating that was none too safe, for now he felt himself bruised and half stunned, lying on his back on a cold, hard floor, amid a mass of broken glass and rusty ironwork. Startled and surprised as he was, the noise of the breaking glass sounded in Gurdon's ears like the din of some earthquake.
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