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This was before I had ever even met you. If I understand it all right you are angry because I have associated with Mrs Hurtle since I so determined. I am not going back to my first acquaintance with her now. You may blame me for that if you please, though it cannot have been a fault against you. But, after what had occurred, was I to refuse to see her when she came to England to see me?
He had declined to tell Hetta any part of the story about Mrs Hurtle, actuated by a feeling that he ought not to betray the trust put in him by a man who was at the time his friend; and he had told nothing.
'I am agoing, I suppose, said Ruby, probably feeling that if she could but bring herself to condescend so far there might yet be open for her a way of escape. 'I shall write and tell Mr Crumb where you are placed. 'Oh, Mrs Hurtle, don't. What should you write to him for? It ain't nothing to him. 'I told him I'd let him know if any steps were taken. 'You can forget that, Mrs Hurtle.
She took off his clothes for him and his boots, and having left him already asleep, she went down to her own room, a miserable woman. Paul Montague reached London on his return from Suffolk early on the Monday morning, and on the following day he wrote to Mrs Hurtle. As he sat in his lodgings, thinking of his condition, he almost wished that he had taken Melmotte's offer and gone to Mexico.
If Caradoc Carson Hurtle had been seen in the State of Kansas within the last two years, that certainly would be sufficient evidence. As to the duel he felt that it might be very hard to prove that, and that if proved, it might be hard to found upon the fact any absolute right on his part to withdraw from the engagement.
This man whom she had once accepted, whom she altogether loved, and who, in spite of all his faults, certainly still loved her, of that she was beginning to have no further doubt, accused her of dishonesty, and referred her to her rival for a corroboration of his story. She would appeal to Mrs Hurtle. The woman was odious, abominable, a nasty intriguing American female.
'Oh, Mrs Hurtle, you can't understand what it is to me. It isn't only my feelings. The likes of me can't stand by their feelings only, as their betters do. I've never been above telling you what a godsend you've been to me this summer; have I? I've paid everything, butcher, baker, rates and all, just like clockwork. And now you're going away! Then Mrs Pipkin began to sob.
Such an unequal conflict could not long endure; the Chilians were falling, man after man, but all fighting desperately to the very last. Then, from somewhere up aloft, rifle-bullets began to hurtle among them, and then the end was very near.
'And now what about Winifred Hurtle? asked Fisker. 'What makes you ask? She's in London. 'Oh yes, I know she's in London, and Hurdle's at Frisco, swearing that he'll come after her. He would, only he hasn't got the dollars. 'He's not dead then? muttered Paul. 'Dead! no, nor likely to die. She'll have a bad time of it with him yet. 'But she divorced him.
'Upon my word, ma'am, he said, 'I'm very much obliged to you, but I don't quite know to what I owe the honour of your your 'Interference you mean. 'I didn't say so, but perhaps that's about it. 'I'd interfere to save any woman that God ever made, said Mrs Hurtle with energy. 'We're all apt to wait a little too long, because we're ashamed to do any little good that chance puts in our way.
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