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She feared that if he knew that it was the same as his own he might ask questions of me, and, you see, she did not know that I had made this little plan, and was afraid " "We are not questioning Mrs. Harman's motives," George interrupted hotly, "but YOURS!" "Very well, my dear sir; that is all. I have explained them." "You have?" I interjected.
Progers, that for certain news is come of Harman's having spoiled nineteen of twenty-two French ships, somewhere about the Barbadoes, I think they said; but wherever it is, it is a good service, and very welcome.
Harman's will," then she put on her gloves quite slowly and drew down her veil, and left the room as sedately and quietly as you please. I just glanced my eye over the will. I took in the right place and saw the shameful truth. I was horrified enough, but I could not wait to read it all. I gave the will back intending to go to it another time, for I felt I must follow that girl at any cost.
His finger pressed on the trigger and the next moment Harman's brains, or what he had of them, might have been literally forenint him on the table, when suddenly, tremendous as the last trumpet, paralysing as the inrush of a body of armed men, booing and bellowing back from the cliffs in a hundred echoes came a voice the blast of a ship's syren. "Huroop, Hirrip, Hurop, Haar Haar Haar!"
"I seek you as a minister." "And I come to you as a servant of God," replied the curate, now fixing his eyes on his companion. Mr. Harman's gaze did not quail before that steady look. With an unutterable sadness he returned it fully. Then he said, "I came here on Sunday." "I saw you," answered Home. "Ah! can it be possible that you preached to me?" "To you, if you think so.
Look under letter H, until you find Harman. Bring the book open at that name to me." Charlotte was clever at carrying out her instructions. She quickly returned with the book opened at the desired name. The clerk wrote Mr. Harman's name and a number of a folio on a small piece of blue paper. This he gave to Charlotte. "Take this piece of paper to room number 31, along the passage," he said.
The tea which followed and the quiet talk were nearly as pleasant, and Uncle Sandy so enjoyed himself, that for a time he completely forgot old Harman's will, his own half promise, Charlotte Harman's despair. It was all brought back to him, however, and by the Homes themselves.
She had just revealed by this little speech a trifle too much, the trifle reflected a light too vivid to Charlotte Harman's mind, her face became crimson. "I will know the truth," she said, "I will I must. This story you say it is about you; is it all about you? has it anything to say to me?" "No, no, don't ask me good-bye." "I stand between you and the door until you speak. How old are you, Mrs.
Harold went to church that morning, with his mother, in a very picturesque hat; but no one suspected quite how much it was worth, not even those jealous mothers who saw it and remarked upon it, and wondered who had left Mrs. Home a legacy, for stowed carefully away under the lining was Charlotte Harman's bright, crisp, fifty-pound note.
Harman's house in a very perplexed frame of mind. It seemed to him that in that one short day as much had happened to him as in all the course of his previous life, but the very force of the thoughts, the emotions, the hopes, the fears, which had visited him, made him, strong, young and vigorous as he was, so utterly weary, that when he reached his rooms he felt that he must let tired-out nature have its way he threw himself on his bed and slept the sleep of the young and healthy until the morning.
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