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Holmcroft; those were his last words as he set me down at my mother's door. "I have hardly the heart to go on. If I studied my own wishes, I should feel inclined to stop here. "Let me, at least, hasten to the end. In two or three days' time I received my first intelligence of the patient and his nurse. Lady Janet informed me that he had recognized her.
Mercy Merrick had only to dare, and to become Grace Roseberry if she pleased. She has dared, and she has been Grace Roseberry for nearly four months past. At this moment, while Lady Janet is talking to Horace Holmcroft, something that has passed between them has set her thinking of the day when she took the first fatal step which committed her to the fraud.
She turned from the window with some vague idea in her mind of following Mr. Holmcroft and calling him back. As she faced the bed again she also confronted Ignatius Wetzel. He was just stepping forward to speak to her, with a white handkerchief the handkerchief which she had lent to Grace held up in his hand. "I have found this in her pocket," he said. "Here is her name written on it.
A warm welcome awaits you when you pay your first visit at our house. Most truly yours, From MISS GRACE ROSEBERRY to MR. HORACE HOLMCROFT. "DEAR MR. HOLMCROFT I snatch a few moments from my other avocations to thank you for your most interesting and delightful letter. How well you describe, how accurately you judge!
When you first came here you arrived invalided by a wound. In your place, I should not have exposed myself to be shot, with no other object in view than describing a battle in a newspaper. I suppose tastes differ. Are you ill? Does your wound still plague you?" "Not in the least." "Are you out of spirits?" Horace Holmcroft dropped his fork, rested his elbows on the table, and answered: "Awfully."
I am an officer in the English army my name is Horace Holmcroft. I shall be delighted to be of use to you, and I can be of use, if you will let me. May I ask if you are traveling?" Mercy gathered the cloak which concealed her nurse's dress more closely round her, and committed herself silently to her first overt act of deception. She bowed her head in the affirmative.
The child appeared the same forlorn little creature who had reminded Mercy of her own early years on the day when she and Horace Holmcroft had been out for their walk. There was no beauty in this child; no halo of romance brightened the commonplace horror of her story.
When you first saw me, Mr. Holmcroft, I still had my nurse's dress on, hidden from you and from everybody under a gray cloak. "You know what the next event was; you know how I entered this house. "I have not tried to make the worst of my trials and troubles in telling you what my life has been. I have honestly described it for what it was when I met with Miss Roseberry a life without hope.
Holmcroft?" she asked, the moment the woman entered the room. "I saw him open the library door, my lady, just now, on my way upstairs." "Was he alone?" "Yes, my lady." "Go to him, and say I want to see him here immediately." The maid withdrew on her second errand. Lady Janet rose restlessly, and closed the open window.
"You are not far from the bell," she said; "ring it." Mercy looked at her in speechless surprise. "You are a perfect picture of repentance you are dying to own the truth," pursued the other, satirically. "Own it before everybody, and own it at once. Call in Lady Janet call in Mr. Gray and Mr. Holmcroft call in the servants.
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