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If you have heard or seen anything since your return to Somersetshire of the woman in the black dress and the red shawl, I hope you will not forget, when you write, to let me know it. From Mrs. Oldershaw to Miss Gwilt. "Ladies' Toilet Repository, Diana Street, Pimlico, "Wednesday.
"Can you ask me why," retorted Allan, hotly, "after your son has told you what we found out in London? Even if I had less cause to be to be sorry for Miss Gwilt than I have; even if it was some other woman, do you think I would inquire any further into the secret of a poor betrayed creature much less expose it to the neighborhood?
Something must have happened, of course, to take Major Milroy and his daughter so suddenly from home; but that something was certainly not Mr. Armadale's scandalous elopement, in broad daylight, with Miss Gwilt. The afternoon passed, and the evening passed, and no other event happened but the purely private and personal event which had taken place at the cottage.
Take my word for it, sir, there's something wrong upstairs in that pretty cottage of yours; and Miss Gwilt is mixed up in it already!" There was a minute of silence. When the voices were next heard by Midwinter, they were further away from the house Allan was probably accompanying young Pedgift a few steps on his way back.
"If the man told you that, the man lied. I beg your pardon, Miss Gwilt; I beg your pardon from the bottom of my heart. Don't, pray don't think I doubt you; I only say there is some dreadful mistake. I am not sure that I understand as I ought all that you have told me. But this last infamous meanness of which you think Allan guilty, I do understand. I swear to you, he is incapable of it!
"I will write again if you wish it. Please accept of my duty, and believe me to remain, sir, your humble servant, "P. S. The yacht has been rigged and repainted, waiting your orders. She looks beautiful." From Mrs. Oldershaw to Miss Gwilt. "Diana Street, July 24th. "MISS GWILT The post hour has passed for three mornings following, and has brought me no answer to my letter.
As an act of justice toward a lady who lives under the protection of my roof, and who has given me no reason whatever to distrust her, I shall now show our correspondence to Miss Gwilt; and I shall repeat to her the conversation which I had with Mrs. Milroy on the subject, in Mrs. Milroy's presence. "One word more respecting the future relations between us, and I have done.
"I think I understand you," she said, suddenly recovering her composure. "I beg your pardon," returned the doctor, with his hand to his ear. "What did you say?" "Nothing." "Nothing?" "If you happened to catch another fly this morning," said Miss Gwilt, with a bitterly sarcastic emphasis on the words, "I might be capable of shocking you by another 'little joke."
"You're a good fellow!" thought the old lawyer, looking after him, and penetrating his motive on the instant. "The claws of that she-devil shan't scratch you if I can help it." The servant waited inexorably for his orders. "If Miss Gwilt calls here, either this evening, or at any other time," said Pedgift Senior, "Mr. Armadale is not at home. Wait! If she asks when Mr.
He was plainly gratified by the little attention which had included him in the conversation. "The doctor is quite right, ma'am," he said, addressing Miss Gwilt, with his best bow; "the production of the gas, extended over half an hour, would be quite gradual enough.
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