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'Similarly, it was through Mr Lightwood that you ever saw her again, for you were with him on the night when my father was found, and so I found you with her on the next day. Since then, you have seen my sister often. You have seen my sister oftener and oftener. And I want to know why? 'Was this worth while, Schoolmaster? murmured Eugene, with the air of a disinterested adviser.
After resuming her place at his side, and tenderly touching his hands and his head, she said: 'Eugene, dear, you made me go out, but I ought to have stayed with you. You are more flushed than you have been for many days. What have you been doing? 'Nothing, replied Eugene, 'but looking forward to your coming back. 'And talking to Mr Lightwood, said Lizzie, turning to him with a smile.
"Thar ain't anything like a lightwood fire to drive away the misery." "It does sound friendly," he responded. For a moment she hesitated, groping apparently for some topic of conversation which would divert his mind from one subject that engrossed him.
'I wish it had not been a part of his singular entertaining combination to give me the slip under these dreary circumstances at this time of the morning, said Lightwood. 'Can we get anything hot to drink? We could, and we did. In a public-house kitchen with a large fire. We got hot brandy and water, and it revived us wonderfully.
She began also to stay out late in the evening, which was very improper, and before going to bed Philip would go under the lightwood with a lighted candle, and look for her amongst the leaves, saying, "Maggie, are you there?" She was generally fast asleep, and all she could do was to blink her eyes, and say, "Peet, peet," and fall asleep again. But one night she never answered at all.
'Why fails? asks Boots. 'How fails? asks Brewer. 'Pardon me, returns Lightwood, I must postpone the reply for one moment, or we shall have an anti-climax. Artichoke failing signally, my client refers the task to me: his purpose being to advance the interests of the object of his search.
Lightwood stood irresolute, but Bella's husband passed him in the steadiest manner, with Bella on his arm; and they went home without encountering any further remonstrance or molestation from any one. When they had dined and were alone, John Rokesmith said to his wife, who had preserved her cheerfulness: 'And you don't ask me, my dear, why I bore that name? 'No, John love.
"Yes, he was my husband," assented Maria quietly. "You were so brave and so patient, and you stuck by him to the last, as a wife ought to do. Then thar's not even a child left to you now." Maria turned slowly toward her and then looked away again into the fire. The charred end of a lightwood knot had fallen on the stones, and, picking it up, she threw it back into the flames.
With a brief reference to the happy time when it had been his privilege to know Mrs Rokesmith as Miss Wilfer, Mr Lightwood explained what was amiss with him and why he came. He came bearing Lizzie Hexam's earnest hope that Mrs John Rokesmith would see her married.
'I know, he replied, again with dignity. After hearing, in a mist through which Mr Inspector loomed vague and large, that the officer took upon himself to prepare the dead man's daughter for what had befallen in the night, and generally that he took everything upon himself, Mortimer Lightwood stumbled in his sleep to a cab-stand, called a cab, and had entered the army and committed a capital military offence and been tried by court martial and found guilty and had arranged his affairs and been marched out to be shot, before the door banged.
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