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The latter was giving orders to his men, preparatory to searching the house, and there, just on the top of the valise, lay the letter-case, obviously containing those papers, to which the day before she had overheard Deroulede making allusion, whilst he spoke to his friend, Sir Percy Blakeney. An unexplainable instinct seemed to tell her that the papers were in that case.
"Yes; and a torn letter-case." "Great God!" "She said that they were love letters, which she had been burning for fear you should see them." "She said so? Anne Mie, Anne Mie, are you quite sure?" It was all so horrible, and he did not quite understand it all; his brain, which was usually so keen and so active, refused him service at this terrible juncture.
In that one fraction of a second, whilst those six words were spoken, Deroulede's eyes wandered swiftly towards the heavy letter-case, which now held his condemnation, and a wild, mad thought the mere animal desire to escape from danger surged up in his brain.
Hungerford's great attention as he spoke, he mentioned almost every other guest, even the most insignificant, without speaking of Caroline, or of any of her family. He went back to his friend Colonel Hungerford. Mrs. Hungerford opened a letter-case, and took from it the last letter she had received from her son since he left England, containing some interesting particulars.
A noble bust in bronze of the Phidian Jupiter, with the sublime expanse of brow, the ambrosian curls and the beard loosely waving, as when he shook Olympus by his nod, and the earth trembled and the depth of Tartarus, stood on a marble pedestal facing the bookcase; and on the table, beside writing materials, leaves of parchment, an ornamental letter-case, a double inkstand and several reed pens, were scattered many gems and trinkets; signets and rings engraved in a style far surpassing any effort of the modern graver, vases of onyx and cut glass, and above all, the statue of a beautiful boy, holding a lamp of bronze suspended by a chain from his left hand, and in his right the needle used to refresh the wick.
"Just on the stroke of ten, sir." "Place on that table my letter-case and the inkstand. Look in, to help me to undress, at half-past one; I shall go to bed at that hour. And stay be sure, Barlow, that my brother believes me retired for the night. He does not know my habits, and will vex himself if he thinks I sit up so late in my present state of health."
Peter only half listened to her, and when Barbara brought him a freshly-ironed ruff, interrupted his wife in the middle of her story, gave her the dead man's letter-case, and said: "There, let her satisfy herself, and bring it to me again in the evening, I shall hardly be able to come to dinner; I suppose you'll see poor Allertssohn's widow in the course of the day."
And again he tried to draw her to him. But she persisted. "I feel sure you have it. Show it me." "Julie, you and you only are in my thoughts!" "Then do what I ask." She bent to him with a wild, entreating air; her lips almost touched his cheek. Unwillingly he drew out a letter-case from his breast-pocket, and took from it a little photograph which he handed to her.
And finding himself in as satisfactory a state of privacy as he could desire, with none to overlook or spy on him, he drew from an inner pocket a letter-case which he had taken from Jacob Herapath's private safe at the estate office and into which he had cast a hurried glance before leaving Kensington for Portman Square.
Here he took a cheque-book from his letter-case and spread it out on the little table in the tent, on which there were ink and a pen, adding "Now, Mr. Quatermain, will it meet your views if I fill this up for #250?" "No," I answered; "taking everything into consideration the sum is excessive.
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