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He turned homeward again, in the company of the rector, who had considerately persuaded him to retire from the scene for a while, and promised that as soon as a man could live amid the embers of the Three Tranters Inn, they should be carefully searched for the remains of his unfortunate wife. Manston then went indoors, to wait for morning.
Owen had remembered continually what his friend had frequently overlooked, that there was yet a possibility of his sister being Manston's wife, and the recollection taught him to avoid any rashness in his proceedings which might lead to bitterness hereafter. Entering the room, he found Manston sitting in the chair which had been occupied by Cytherea on Edward's visit, three hours earlier.
It had surely been given her by God as a means of defence. Manston continued his pursuit with a lowered eye. The panting and maddened desperado blind to everything but the capture of his wife went with a rush under the table: she went over it like a bird. He went heavily over it: she flew under it, and was out at the other side.
Manston introduced into his method a system of bewitching flattery, everywhere pervasive, yet, too, so transitory and intangible, that, as in the case of the poet Wordsworth and the Wandering Voice, though she felt it present, she could never find it. As a foil to heighten its effect, he occasionally spoke philosophically of the evanescence of female beauty the worthlessness of mere appearance.
He went to his private diary, and after many pauses, which he varied only by dipping his pen, letting it dry, wiping it on his sleeve, and then dipping it again, he took the following note of events: 'January 25. Mr. Manston has just seen me for the third time on the subject of his lost wife. There have been these peculiarities attending the three interviews: 'The first.
Manston's fate, he was unable to conceal the intensity of his eagerness for me to advise him to advertise again for her. A week after the second, the third advertisement was inserted. A paragraph was attached, which stated that this would be the last time the announcement would appear. At this, the eleventh hour, the postman brought a letter for Manston, directed in a woman's hand.
He now thought it necessary to tell her of the real nature of the Springroves' obligation to Miss Aldclyffe and their nearly certain knowledge that Manston was the prime mover in effecting their embarrassment. Her face flushed as she listened. 'And now, he said, 'our first undertaking is to find out where Mrs.
She soon stood close by the copper, and not more than a foot from the door of the room occupied by Manston himself, from which position she could distinctly hear him breathe between each exertion, although it was far too dark to discern anything of him. To secure the key of her chamber was her first anxiety, and accordingly she cautiously reached out with her hand to where it lay.
Sitting there he saw Farmer Springrove enter the door, followed by his son Edward, still carrying his travelling-bag in his hand. They were speaking of the sad death of Mrs. Manston, but the subject was relinquished for that of the houses burnt. This row of houses, running from the inn eastward, had been built under the following circumstances:
Hearing a step on the gravel behind the corner of the house, she resigned the jasmine and entered. Nobody was in the room. She could hear Mrs. Leat, the widow who acted as postmistress, walking about over her head. Cytherea was going to the foot of the stairs to call Mrs. Leat, but before she had accomplished her object, another form stood at the half-open door. Manston came in.
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