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Sir Thomas Wyat had instantly remounted his steed, and he came up with the others. Herne's triumphant and demoniacal laugh was heard as he scoured with the swiftness of the wind down the long glade. But the fiercest determination animated his pursuers, who, being all admirably mounted, managed to keep him fully in view.
"Then he will await Herne's coming where he is," rejoined Fenwolf. Saying which he arose, and, pushing a table near the bench, took the remains of a huge venison pasty and a loaf from a hutch standing on one side of the cavern. By this time Old Tristram, having succeeded in lighting the fire, placed himself at the farther end of the table, and fell to work upon the viands with Fenwolf.
Forthwith I started up, and said to myself, I should like to bathe and cleanse myself from the squalor produced by my late hard life and by Mrs. Herne's drow. I wonder if there is any harm in bathing on the Sabbath day. I will ask Winifred when she comes home; in the meantime I will bathe, provided I can find a fitting place.
At that very time his son, who was his partner in business, was one of the heaviest players in "Herne's" famous gaming establishment. Another refused his patronage on the same ground, not knowing that his first book-keeper, though receiving a salary of only a thousand dollars, was losing from fifty to one hundred dollars per night.
And long credit. Just half the concern he takes." "There is a lady in the case?" suggested a young doctor, who, by virtue of having spent six months in the South, dropped his r-s, and talked of "niggahs" in a way to make a Georgian's hair stand on end. "A lady in the case?" "Of course. Only child of Herne's. He comes down with the dust as dowry. Good thing for Holmes.
Herne's lips were dry; he forced them to utterance. The free hand fastened claw-like upon his arm. "You'll tell me the straight truth, man," said Bobby's voice in his ear. "What if I came to life?" But Herne was silent. He could not bring himself to answer. "Speak out!" urged the voice Bobby's voice, quick, insistent, even imploring. "Don't be afraid! I haven't any feelings left worth considering.
In the end they compromised by calling me "the Dean," and "the Dean" I remained in all the happy years of our friendship. Not the least of the charms of this home was the companionship of Herne's three lovely little daughters Julie, Chrystal and Dorothy, who liked "the Dean" I don't know why and were always at the door to greet me when I came. No other household meant as much to me.
I haven't been straight with you. I've been realizing it more and more ever since you went away. I I'm quite despicable. I've been miserable about it wretched all the time you have been away." Herne's face changed. A certain grimness came into it. "But, my dear girl," he said, "you never pretended to be in love with me." She drew a sharp breath of distress. "I know," she said. "I know.
'But you and I don't want to fight! 'Speak for yourself, brother, said Mr. Petulengro. 'However, I will tell you how the matter stands. There is a point at present between us. There can be no doubt that you are the cause of Mrs. Herne's death, innocently, you will say, but still the cause.
I am, however, inclined to believe that Mrs. Herne's cake had quite as much to do with the matter as insufficient nourishment.
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