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"Well, nephew," said Miss O'Donoghue, "I am much obliged to you, I am sure, for putting me au courant of the family affairs. It is all very sad very sad and very deplorable; but " But Mr. Landale was quite aware that Tanty was not yet convinced to the desired extent.
Every specious argument that could be mooted was of course put forward by counsel for the defence, to show that the death of the preventive men and of Mr. Landale on Scarthey Island and the sinking of the revenue cutter must be looked upon, on the one hand, as simple manslaughter in self-defence, and as the result of accidental collision, on the other.
Landale was quite determined to avail himself of his brother's sauvagerie not to let him know anything about us, on his side, but for me we might have remained at and departed from Pulwick unknown to the head of the house! And what a pity that would have been! Now, why did not Mr. Landale wish his brother to know? Or to one of them?
Landale had not set eyes on his valuable relative for many years, but her greeting, at the first renewal of intercourse which took place in the principal parlour of the Lancaster Inn, was as easily detached in manner as though they had just met again after a trifling absence and she was bringing her charges to his house in accordance with a mutual agreement.
That was in '97, in the yellow autumn of which year Adrian Landale, then French fisherman, parted from his brother René L'Apôtre upon the sea off Belle Isle; parted one grizzly dawn after embracing, as brothers should. Oh, the stealthy cold of that blank, cheerless daybreak, how it crept into the marrow of his bones, and chilled the little energy and spirits he had left!
Miss Landale collapsed into copious weeping. "I am sure, brother," she sobbed, "I never meant any harm. I am sure nobody loves the dear girl better than I do. I am sure I never wished to hide anything from you! Only they told me they trusted me they made me promise Oh brother, what terrible things you have been saying!
As she passed the little altar, she paused to whisk a bunch of violets out of a vase and dry the stems upon her sister's quilt. "Molly," cried Madeleine, in a frenzy, "give me back my letter, or go." "I go, I go," said Lady Landale with a mocking laugh. "How sweet your violets smell! There, do not agitate yourself: I'm going to meet your lover, my dear.
But if Rupert Landale must die so shall Hubert Cochrane, and by the hangman's hand, treble doomed by this. The same thought fills both these men's heads; the devil of murder has possession of both their souls. But, true to himself to the last, it is with Rupert a calculating devil.
It was, therefore, with no surprise that Miss Landale received an early order from her brother to have a fire lighted in the apartment sacred to the family honours, and the matutinal repast served there in due course. Whether Mr.
Now I had only served with the ship six months, when she was taken by the English, and, as I say, we were sent to the prison in Liverpool, where we found so many others, who had been already there for years. When I heard it was Liverpool, I knew it was a place near Pulwick, and I at once thought of Mr. Landale, not him, of course, they now call Mr.
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