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"Every drop of blood within me began to tingle, and an impulse came upon me to spring upon him and accuse him of the murder of Hallijohn," went on Richard, in the same excited manner. "But I resisted it; or, perhaps, my courage failed. One of the reproaches against me had used to be that I was a physical coward, you know, Barbara," he added, in a tone of bitterness.
"One day, when Sir Peter was round at the stables, gentlemen, he was urging his nephew to prolong his visit, and asked what sudden freak was taking him off. Mr. Levison replied that unexpected business called him to London. While they were talking, the coachman came up, all in a heat, telling that Hallijohn, of West Lynne, had been murdered by young Mr. Hare.
Afy Hallijohn, recovered from her fainting fit, had to be smuggled out of Miss Carlyle's, as she had been smuggled in. She was of an elastic nature, and the shock, or the surprise, or the heat, whatever it may have been, being over, Afy was herself again. Not very far removed from the residence of Miss Carlyle was a shop in the cheese and ham and butter and bacon line.
"Them two the fine member as wanted to be, and young Bethel be arrested for murder," spoke a man's clear voice in answer. "The tale runs as they murdered Hallijohn, and then laid it on the shoulders of young Dick Hare, who didn't do it after all." A faint wailing cry of startled pain, and Barbara flew to Mrs. Hare, from whom it proceeded. "Oh, mamma, my dear mamma, take comfort!
Never trouble your head about him, my brave boy, he is not worth it." "But I want to know. Will they hang him?" "He is sentenced to it." "Did he kill Hallijohn?" "Yes. Who has been talking to him upon the subject?" Mr. Carlyle continued to Madame Vine, with marked displeasure in his tone. "Wilson mentioned it, sir," was the low answer. "Oh, papa! What will he do? Will Jesus forgive him?"
I caught up the gun, and was making off, when " "Why did you catch up the gun?" interrupted Mr. Carlyle. "Ideas pass through our minds quicker than we can speak them, especially in these sorts of moments," was the reply of Richard Hare. "Some vague notion flashed on my brain that my gun ought not to be found near the murdered body of Hallijohn.
Dill's eyes turned in the like direction. In a gay and summer's dress, fine and sparkling, with a coquettish little bonnet, trimmed with pink, shaded by one of those nondescript articles at present called veils, which article was made of white spotted net with a pink ruche round it, sailed Afy Hallijohn, conceited and foolish and good-looking as ever. Catching sight of Mr.
"I have shown her into the gray parlor." "A lady for me?" repeated Joyce. "Who is it? Some one to see the children, perhaps." "It's for yourself, I think. She asked for Miss Hallijohn." Joyce looked at the man; but she put down her work and proceeded to the gray parlor. A pretty woman, vain and dashing, threw up her white veil at her entrance. "Well, Joyce, how are you?"
"I had an appointment that evening with Afy Hallijohn, and went down to their cottage to keep it " "A moment," interrupted the counsel. "Was your visit that evening made in secret?" "Partially so. My father and mother were displeased, naturally, at my intimacy with Afy Hallijohn; therefore I did not care that they should be cognizant of my visits there.
Otway, who stood in his shaggy attire "also knew him as Thorn, and so I have no doubt, did Locksley, for he was always in the wood." "Anybody else?" "Poor Hallijohn himself knew him as Thorn. He said to Afy one day, in my presence, that he would not have that confounded dandy, Thorn, coming there." "Were those the words he used?"
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