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Updated: May 10, 2025
"I have nothing to fear; I am only telling the truth." With that he turned to Naomi, and began his narrative, as nearly as I can remember, in these words: "I may as well make a clean breast of it at starting, my girl. After Mr. Lefrank left us that morning, I asked Silas how he came by my stick. In telling me how, Silas also told me of the words that had passed between him and John Jago under Mr.
"HEART all right," said the doctor. "Lungs all right. No organic disease that I can discover. Philip Lefrank, don't alarm yourself. You are not going to die yet. The disease you are suffering from is overwork. The remedy in your case is rest."
"We are turned out together, friend Lefrank," said Naomi, with her quaintly-comical smile. "You will go back to England, I guess; and I must make my own living in my own country. Women can get employment in the States if they have a friend to speak for them. Where shall I find somebody who can give me a place?" I saw my way to saying the right word at the right moment.
But I don't know: it's likely we may be wrong. There's nothing against John Jago, except that he is so odd in his ways. Don't you think, Mr. Lefrank, a man must be a little mad who shows his grief at losing his wife by vowing that he will never shave himself again? Well, that's what they do say John Jago vowed. Perhaps it's a lie. People are such liars here!
He took up the body and cast it into the quicklime, and threw the stick in after it. We went on together to the wood. We sat down on a felled tree outside the wood. Ambrose made up the story that we were to tell if what he had done was found out. He made me repeat it after him, like a lesson. We were still at it when Cousin Naomi and Mr. Lefrank came up to us. They know the rest.
Only let me find out where he has gone, and I'll engage he shall come back and clear Ambrose of the suspicion which his vile brother has cast on him. Here is the pen all ready for you. Advertise for him, friend Lefrank; and do it right away, for my sake!" I let her run on, without attempting to dispute her conclusions, until she could say no more.
Lefrank hate; bitter, bitter, bitter hate!" She clinched her little fists; she shook them vehemently, by way of adding emphasis to her last words; and then she suddenly remembered Ambrose. "Except Ambrose," she added, opening her hand again, and laying it very earnestly on my arm. "Don't go and misjudge Ambrose, sir. There is no harm in poor Ambrose."
Lefrank a nasty way, as we do call it of taking John Jago's part. Do speak to him about it when you get the chance. The main blame of the quarrel between Silas and John the other day lies at his door, as I think. I don't want to excuse Silas, either. It was brutal of him though he is Ambrose's brother to strike John, who is the smaller and weaker man of the two.
The tears rolled slowly over her cheeks. "Don't despise me, Mr. Lefrank!" she said, faintly. I tried, honestly tried, to put the confession before her in its least unfavorable light. "His resolution has given way," I said. "He has done this, despairing of proving his innocence, in terror of the scaffold." She rose, with an angry stamp of her foot.
"Let him go about his business," said Silas. "I won't waste any more words on him, Mr. Lefrank, to please you. Further persuasion was plainly useless, addressed to such a man as this. Silas gave me no further opportunity of remonstrating with him, even if I had been inclined to do so.
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