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A woman's powers in the direction of envenomed memory are terrible. 'You have said it, was Hood's reply under his breath. 'It was providential. What did I do, but go and lose my hat out of the window of the train had it knocked off by a drunken fellow, in fact. But for this money I should have gone about Hebsworth bareheaded, and come home so, too. 'A new hat! There's a pretty penny gone!
In some manner Dagworthy had learned what had happened to her father in Hebsworth, and had risked everything on the terror he could inspire in her. The coming of her father's friend was salvation. She found herself clasping his hand warmly.
For Wilfrid's scrupulous honesty she would have vouched as for her father's. 'You look dreadfully worn out, she said, as Hood bent his head in entering. 'I am, dear. I have been to Hebsworth, among other things. 'Then I hope you had dinner there? He laughed. 'I should think I had! It was one of Mrs. Hood's bad days; she refused to leave the kitchen.
Her voice had a touch of masculine quality, even as her shape and features, but it chained attention, and impressed as the utterance of a large and strong nature. 'You are tired, too, with travel; I can see that. When did you reach Dunfield? 'Half an hour ago. 'And you came here at once. Beatrice and I were on the point of going to Hebsworth this afternoon; I rejoice that we did not.
In going to Hebsworth I lost my hat, and I had not enough money of my own to buy another; I had to change the note that was the temptation I will return it. But for this work here, I might by now have been in the workhouse. Try, sir, to forgive my baseness; I cannot forgive myself. Dagworthy turned his face away. 'Well, he said, with a wave of the hand, 'all that's too late.
All I have to say is that your father put into his pocket yesterday morning a ten-pound note of mine, which he found in a ledger he took out of my room. He had to go to Hebsworth on business, and there he changed the note to buy himself a new hat; I have a witness of it. When he came back hoof course had nothing to say about the money; in fact, he had stolen it.
Hanmer was recently dead; he had been a banker, but suffered grave losses in a period of commercial depression, and left his family poorly off. Various reasons led to his widow's quitting Hebsworth; Dunfield inquirers naturally got hold of stories more or less to the disgrace of the deceased Mr. Hanmer.
He rose from his seat, seized a ruler, and began a species of sword-play about Hood's head, keeping up a grotesque dance the while. Hood bore it with his wonted patience, smiling faintly. 'Mr. Dagworthy out? he repeated, as soon as he was free from apprehension of a chance crack on the crown. 'He is, my boy. And what's more, there's a chance of your having a spree in Hebsworth.
There had come to live, in one of the smaller houses upon the Heath, a family consisting of a middle-aged lady and her two daughters; their name was Hanmer, and their previous home had been in Hebsworth, the large manufacturing town which is a sort of metropolis to Dunfield and other smaller centres round about. Mr.
The drovers of course held themselves free of responsibility. Hood felt in his own pocket; but he was well aware that a shilling and three-halfpence was all he carried with him save the bank-note in his pocket-book. Yet it was impossible to go through Hebsworth with uncovered head, or to present himself hatless at the office of Legge Brothers.
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