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Manston came by her death accidentally through the burning of the Three Tranters Inn. When Mr. Springrove came from the door of the Rising Sun at the end of the inquiry, Manston walked by his side as far as the stile to the park, a distance of about a stone's-throw. 'Ah, Mr. Springrove, this is a sad affair for everybody concerned.
Nothing is done by a clever man without a motive, and what conceivable motive could Manston have for such abnormal conduct? Corinthian that he might be, who had preyed on virginity like St.
Meanwhile, Manston continued visibly before her. He, though quiet and subdued in his bearing for a long time after the calamity of November, had not simulated a grief that he did not feel. At first his loss seemed so to absorb him though as a startling change rather than as a heavy sorrow that he paid Cytherea no attention whatever. His conduct was uniformly kind and respectful, but little more.
The packing was done. Cytherea was so restless that she could stay still nowhere. Miss Aldclyffe, who, though she took little part in the day's proceedings, was, as it were, instinctively conscious of all their movements, put down her charge's agitation for once as the natural result of the novel event, and Manston himself was as indulgent as could be wished.
The first watcher, that is, the man walking immediately behind Manston, now fell back, when Manston's housekeeper, knowing the ground pretty well, dived circuitously among the trees and got directly behind the steward, who, encumbered with his load, had proceeded but slowly. The other woman seemed now to be about opposite to Anne, or a little in advance, but on Manston's other hand.
The postman grew livelier as he went on, and at length favoured the steward with a song, Manston himself joining in the chorus. 'He flung his mallet against the wall, Said, "The Lord make churches and chapels to fall, And there'll be work for tradesmen all!" When Joan's ale was new, My boys, When Joan's ale was new.
The conviction as startling as it was sudden was that Manston was a villain, who at some earlier time had discovered that his wife lived, and had bribed her to keep out of sight, that he might possess Cytherea. The ticket-office had been locked up at the expiration of the time at which the train was due. Rushing out as the guard blew his whistle, Edward opened the door of a carriage and leapt in.
Nobody was yet in the church, and he walked round the aisles. From Cytherea's frequent description of how and where herself and others used to sit, he knew where to look for Manston's seat; and after two or three errors of examination he took up a prayer-book in which was written 'Eunice Manston. The book was nearly new, and the date of the writing about a month earlier.
'Certainly, Miss Aldclyffe, said the lawyer. And Mr. Manston was written to, to the effect that he was the successful competitor. 'Did you see how unmistakably her temper was getting the better of her, that minute you were in the room? said Nyttleton to Tayling, when their client had left the house.
'Come, supposing she escaped just supposing she escaped where is she? coaxed the lady. 'Why are you so curious continually? said Manston. 'Because I am a woman and want to know. Now where is she? 'In the Flying Isle of San Borandan. 'Witty cruelty is the cruellest of any. Ah, well if she is in England, she will come back. 'She is not in England. 'But she will come back?
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