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I was on my way to Miss Carlyle's," she continued, with the air of one who proclaims the fact of a morning call upon a duchess. "Where could my eyes have been?" exclaimed Mr. Jiffin, in an agony of regret. "In some of those precious butter-tubs, I shouldn't wonder! We have had a bad lot in, Miss Hallijohn, and I am going to return them!" "Oh," said Afy, conspicuously resenting the remark.
But it seems he was not to go and be forgotten; she and the boy must be tied to him still; and she was lost in horror and rebellion. He envied the dead Hallijohn, did that man, as he looked forth on the future. A cheering prospect truly! The gay Sir Francis Levison working in chains with his gang! Where would his diamonds and his perfumed handkerchiefs and his white hands be then?
"He murdered Hallijohn he, that bad man; and my poor brother has suffered the odium. When Richard met him that night in Bean lane, he was sneaking to West Lynne in search of the chaise that afterward bore away him and his companion. Papa saw them drive away. Papa stayed out late; and, in returning home, a chaise and four tore past, just as he was turning in at the gate.
"I? Did I murder Hallijohn? Did I fly away from the law? Am I hiding, Beelzebub knows where? Do I take starts, right into my native parish, disguised as a laborer, on purpose to worry my own father? Do I write anonymous letters? Bring them upon myself, do I? That cobs all, Carlyle." "You will not hear me out. It is known that you are much exasperated against Richard "
Though I might ostensibly pursue him as the destroyer of Hallijohn, to me he would appear ever as the destroyer of another, and the world, always charitable, would congratulate Mr. Carlyle upon gratifying his revenge. I stir in it not, Richard." "Couldn't Barbara?" pleaded Richard. Barbara was standing with her arm entwined within her husband's, and Mr. Carlyle looked down as he answered,
"You had no views toward her of a different nature?" "None; I cared for her too much for that; and I respected her father. Afy's mother had been a lady, too, although she had married Hallijohn, who was but clerk to Mr. Carlyle. No; I never had a thought of wrong toward Afy I never could have had." "Now relate the occurrences of the evening?"
Dill came in as he disappeared, closed the door, and advanced to his master, speaking in an under tone. "Mr. Archibald, has it struck you that the gentleman just gone out may be the Lieutenant Thorn you once spoke to me about he who had used to gallop over from Swainson to court Afy Hallijohn?" "It has struck me so, most forcibly," replied Mr. Carlyle.
Do not depreciate Miss Hare." "Not I, indeed; I like the young lady too well," replied Captain Thorn. "The girl, Afy, has never been heard of since, has she?" "Never," said Mr. Carlyle. "Do you know her well?" he deliberately added. "I never knew her at all, if you mean Afy Hallijohn. Why should you think I did? I never heard of her till Tom Herbert amused me with the history." Mr.
"On the evening that Hallijohn was killed, I was in the Abbey Wood, and I saw Richard Hare come down the path with a gun, as if he had come down from his own home." "Did Richard Hare see you?" "No; he could not see me; I was right in the thicket.
She went boldly up to the broad entrance of the house, and boldly rang at it, drawing her white veil over her face as she did so. One of the men-servants answered it, not Peter; and, seeing somebody very smart before him, bowed deferentially. "Miss Hallijohn is residing here, I believe. Is she within?" "Who, ma'am?"
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