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I have given up as far as I can brooding on and on over the same horrible impossible thoughts. I withdraw unreservedly what I said just now about punishment. Whatever the evidence, it is not even a wife's place to judge like that. You will forgive me that? Lawford did not turn his head.
Mrs Lawford rather magnificently rose. 'Perhaps if I were to leave you together awhile? I shall not be far off. It is, she explained, as if into a huge vacuum, 'it is a terrible visitation. She moved gravely round the table and very softly and firmly closed the door after her. Lawford took a deep breath. 'Of course. he said, 'you realise my wife does not believe me.
I'm not a mystic; and yet do you know, that somehow seemed to me almost offensively suggestive of of demonic influence. Moreover we are, I think, bound to remember that probably in all spheres of existence like attracts like; even the Gadarene episode seems to suggest a possible MULTIPLICATION! he peered largely. 'You don't suppose, Mrs Lawford...?
'I am just going to put the arch-impostor through his credentials, he said tartly. 'Now then, Lawford! He read out the questions, one by one, from his crafty little list, pursing his lips between each; and one by one, Lawford, seated at the dressing-table, fluently scribbled his answers.
A low curved granite canopy arched over the grave, with a crevice so wide between its stones that Lawford actually bent down and slid in his gloved fingers between them. He straightened himself with a sigh, and followed with extreme difficulty the well-nigh, illegible inscription: 'Here lie ye Bones of one, Nicholas Sabathier, a Stranger to this Parish, who fell by his own Hand on ye Eve of Ste.
"I I'm all right," stammered Lawford. "Let me lie down for a little while. Don't need a doctor." "You're as wet as a drowned rat," his sister said. "Come on up and get some dry clothes, Ford. I'm sure you're awful kind, Mrs. Gallup. I will telephone for the doctor at once." "You bet she's kind! Good old soul!" murmured Lawford. "I'd have been six fathoms deep if it hadn't been for Betty."
Herbert opened his hand and looked reflectively into its palm before allowing himself to reply. 'I wonder, you know; I have been wondering a good deal; simply taking the other point of view for a moment; WAS it? Lawford thought on a little further. 'You know how one sees oneself in a passion why, how a child looks the whole face darkened and drawn and possessed? That was the change.
Even Dr Critchett had respectfully and discreetly made inquiries on his way home from chapel. Lawford had spent most of his time in pacing to and fro in his soft slippers. The very monotony had eased his mind. Now and again he had lain motionless, with his face to the ceiling. He had dozed and had awakened, cold and torpid with dream.
Gray, Lawford, and Moncada, retired to the parlour accordingly, where they waited in silence, each busied with his own reflections, till, within the space of half an hour, they received information that the lady was ready to depart. "It is well," replied Moncada; "I am glad she has yet sense enough left to submit to that which needs must be."
And if you have no objection, I would like to go home. Lawford in his utter weariness had nearly closed the door and now sat bent up on a chair, wondering vaguely when this poor play was coming to an end, longing with an intensity almost beyond endurance for the keen night air, the open sky. But still his ears drank in every tiniest sound or stir.
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