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They had been pacing up and down the dim avenue, and they were now drawing near the leafless shrubbery at one end of the lime-walk the shrubbery in which the ruined well sheltered its unheeded decay among the tangled masses of briery underwood. A winding pathway, neglected and half-choked with weeds, led toward this well. Robert left the lime-walk, and struck into this pathway.
Towards the end of the lime-walk they came across Mrs. Allison and Lord Fontenoy. As they passed the older pair the pale mother lifted her eyes to her son with a tremulous smile. But Ancoats made no response, nor had he any greeting for Fontenoy.
I left him smoking in the lime-walk. I'll go and tell him that he must get out of the house in an hour."
You would have had no need to do so much: the body of George Talboys lies at the bottom of the old well, in the shrubbery beyond the lime-walk." Robert Audley flung his hands and clasped them above his head, with one loud cry of horror.
"But you, dearest, shall not bear it alone!" cried Marsham, finding her hand again and kissing it. "My first task shall be to comfort you to make you forget." He thought she winced at the word "forget." "When did you first guess or know?" He hesitated then thought it best to tell the truth. "When we were in the lime-walk." "When you asked her name?
Audley church clock struck nine as I was crossin' the meadows between Atkinson's and the Court, and it must have been about a quarter past nine when I got into the kitchen garden. "I crossed the garden, and went into the lime-walk; the nighest way to the servants' hall took me through the shrubbery and past the dry well.
"Robert," cried the baronet. "Lucy, what do you mean?" "I told you that Mr. Audley insisted upon my going into the lime-walk, dear," said my lady. "He wanted to talk to me, he said, and I went, and he said such horrible things that " "What horrible things, Lucy?" Lady Audley shuddered, and clung with convulsive fingers to the strong hand that had rested caressingly upon her shoulder.
"I don't know what Phoebe was a-doin' upon the evenin' of the seventh o' September I rek'lect the date because Farmer Atkinson paid me my wages all of a lump on that day, and I'd had to sign a bit of a receipt for the money he give me I don't know what she was a-doin', but she warn't at the gate agen the lime-walk, so I went round to the other side o' the gardens and jumped across the dry ditch, for I wanted partic'ler to see her that night, as I was goin' away to work upon a farm beyond Chelmsford the next day.
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