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Jethway would never do her such a cruel wrong as to increase the bad appearance of her folly by innuendoes; and concluded that concealment, having been begun, must be persisted in, if possible. For what he might consider as bad as the fact, was her previous concealment of it by strategy. But Elfride knew Mrs. Jethway to be her enemy, and to hate her. It was possible she would do her worst.
You know how it began, Miss Elfride. Yes: you said you liked the name of Felix better than any other name in the parish, and you knew it was his name, and that those you said it to would report it to him. 'I knew it was his name of course I did; but I am sure, Mrs. Jethway, I did not intend anybody to tell him. 'But you knew they would. 'No, I didn't.
Elfride, shrinking back, hoped the unpleasant woman might go on without seeing her. But Mrs. Jethway, silently apostrophizing the house, with actions which seemed dictated by a half-overturned reason, had discerned the girl, and immediately came up and stood in front of her. 'Ah, Miss Swancourt! Why did you disturb me? Mustn't I trespass here? 'You may walk here if you like, Mrs. Jethway.
Knight had seen enough to lead him to the conclusion that Mrs. Jethway, having matter of great importance to communicate to some friend or acquaintance, had written him a very careful letter, and gone herself to post it; that she had not returned to the house from that time of leaving it till Lord Luxellian and himself had brought her back dead.
'Shall we go below? said Knight, seeing that the deck was nearly deserted. 'No, she said. 'If you will kindly get me a rug from Mrs. Swancourt, I should like, if you don't mind, to stay here. She had recently fancied the assumed Mrs. Jethway might be a first-class passenger, and dreaded meeting her by accident.
Yes, Miss Swancourt, she said in an excited whisper, 'you killed my son! 'How can you be so wicked and foolish! replied Elfride, rising indignantly. But indignation was not natural to her, and having been so worn and harrowed by late events, she lost any powers of defence that mood might have lent her. 'I could not help his loving me, Mrs. Jethway! 'That's just what you could have helped.
'Why, I know her! he exclaimed. 'Who is she? 'Mrs. Jethway. And the cottage we are taking her to is her own. She is a widow; and I was speaking to her only this afternoon. I was at Castle Boterel post-office, and she came there to post a letter. Poor soul! Let us hurry on. 'Hold my wrist a little tighter. Was not that tomb we laid her on the tomb of her only son? 'Yes, it was.
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