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As he went along he became calmer, and when he was fairly indoors he had passed into a despair entirely inconsistent superficially with the philosopher Baruch, as inconsistent as the irrational behaviour in Bedford Square. He could well enough interpret, so he believed, Miss Hopgood's suppression of him.
"I went down to Hopgood's place, to sell some fish I had caught Mr. Hopgood can prove it. Then I came straight home." "Which way did you go to get to Hopgood's?" "Took the road yonder, around the hill, and crossed the brook at Peabody's bridge Peabody can prove that, too. He was out in the hayfield and saw me." Adam Adams took a look at the road mentioned.
A something wild was in the air; it seemed to sweep across the downs and combe, into the very house, like a passionate tune that comes drifting to your ears when you're sleepy. But who would have thought the absence of that girl for a few hours could have wrought such havoc! We were like uneasy spirits; Mrs. Hopgood's apple cheeks seemed positively to wither before one's eyes.
Hopgood's a good fellow, and I believe as soft as he looks hard, but he's not quite the sort with whom one chooses to talk over a matter like this. I went upstairs, and began to pack, but after a bit dropped it for a book, and somehow or other fell asleep. I woke, and looked at my watch; it was five o'clock. I had been asleep four hours.
A defence from the outside waste desert had been broken down, their mother had always seemed to intervene between them and the world, and now they were exposed and shelterless. Three parts of Mrs Hopgood's little income was mainly an annuity, and Clara and Madge found that between them they had but seventy-five pounds a year. Frank could not rest.
Mr Tubbs was sure Mrs Hopgood must have been French, and said to his daughters, mysteriously, 'you never can tell who Frenchwomen are. 'But, papa, said Miss Tubbs, 'you know Mrs Hopgood's maiden name; we found that out. It was Molyneux.
I've never in my life seen anything so irresponsible as this girl, or so uncompromising as the old man; I keep thinking of the way he wiped that violin. It's just as if a spark would set everything in a blaze. There's a menace of tragedy or perhaps it's only the heat, and too much of Mother Hopgood's crame.... "Tuesday. .... I've made a new acquaintance.
'I've a-done it, she says to me, 'Mums-I've a-done it, an' she laughed like a mad thing; and then, sir, she cried, an' kissed me, an' pusshed me thru the door. Gude Lard! What is 't she's a-done...?" It rained all the next day and the day after. About five o'clock yesterday the rain ceased; I started off to Kingswear on Hopgood's nag to see Dan Treffry.
"He was bred a lawyer, and them 'ere lawyers are good at all sorts of tricks. Clapp and him had made out a story from my papers and what they know'd before, and got it all ready in a letter; they agreed that from the time of the wreck, they had better keep pretty straight to Hopgood's real life; and so they did." "They seem to have laid all their plans before you."
Clapp easily obtained other necessary information, and they went to Greatwood, examining the whole house and place, in order to revive Hopgood's recollections; while at the same time they made but little mystery of their excursion, hoping rather that when discovered it would pass off as a natural visit of William Stanley to the old home which he was about to claim.
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