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"I can readily fancy that," said Mr. Juxon. "But his wife seems to be of the severe type." "No she struck me so at first, too. I think it is only with strangers. She is such a motherly sort of woman, you do not know! She only has that little manner when you first meet her." "What a strange thing that is!" remarked the squire, looking at Mrs. Goddard.
I will come back and fetch you " "Oh, no, I will go at once. I would like to walk. It will do me good." So the two set out without further words upon their errand. Mr. Juxon had purposely omitted to speak of Mr. Booley's arrival. It would be easy, he thought, to prevent them from meeting in the great house.
The authorities, however, considering that this place was too public and would attract inconvenient crowds, Juxon and Herbert next proposed the Royal Chapel in Windsor, where some of his earlier predecessors had been buried, and among them Henry VIII. To this no objection was made, and on the 7th of February the body was conveyed from St.
He seemed thoroughly at home as he sat there, a pair of glasses upon his nose and his feet stretched out towards the flame upon the hearth. "Thank you, I am doing very well, Mr. Juxon," he said as the squire entered. "Oh I am very glad," answered Mr. Juxon politely. The information was wholly voluntary as he had not asked any question concerning the detective's comfort.
Juxon had spoken of catching and probably killing Walter Goddard, had shaken the good vicar's belief in his friend. He doubted whether he were not now bound to return to Mrs. Goddard and to warn her in his turn of her husband's danger, whether he ought not to do something to save the wretched convict from his fate.
Juxon in a tone intended to convey encouragement. "How did you hear this?" "Gall the policeman, told me this morning. I I am afraid I have something else to confess to you, Mrs. Goddard, I trust you will not " "What?" she asked so suddenly as to startle him. Walter might have been heard of in the neighbourhood, perhaps. "I think I was right," continued Mr. Juxon. "I hope you will forgive me.
How should he, poor man, with all his sermons and his funerals and other occupations to take his mind off? Mrs. Ambrose was delighted at the squire's proposal. "Really!" she exclaimed. "That would be too good of you, Mr. Juxon. And you do not know how it would quite delight him!
There it stands to this day in the churchyard of Billingsfield, Essex, in the shadow of the ancient abbey. All these things happened a long time ago, according to Billingsfield reckoning, but the story of the tramp who attacked Squire Juxon and was pulled down by the bloodhound is still told by the villagers, and Mr.
"Yes; but suppose that in being merciful, you just allowed that lady the time necessary to present her beloved husband with a convenient little pill, just to shorten his sufferings? And suppose that " "Really, Mr. Booley, I think you make very unwarrantable suppositions," said Mr. Juxon severely. "I cannot suppose any such thing."
Events were slowly preparing themselves which would help her to come to a satisfactory conclusion upon that matter. Mr. Juxon himself was in a very uncertain state of mind. After knowing Mrs. Goddard for six months, and having acquired the habit of seeing her almost every day, he found to his surprise that she formed a necessary part of his existence.
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