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Manston, she replied coldly. The long sunny days of the later summer-time brought only the same dreary accounts from Budmouth, and saw Cytherea paying the same sad visits. She grew perceptibly weaker, in body and mind. Manston still persisted in his suit, but with more of his former indirectness, now that he saw how unexpectedly well she stood an open attack.
Manston and the beautiful Miss Graye were suited for each other as man and wife, and that Miss Aldclyffe was the only one in the parish who took no interest in bringing about the match. 'He rather liked her you think? The porter began to think he had been too explicit, and hastened to correct the error. 'O no, he don't care a bit about her, ma'am, he said solemnly.
'Who are you? he said to the woman, mechanically. It was bad policy now to attempt disguise. 'I am the supposed Mrs. Manston, she said. 'Who are you? 'I am the officer employed by Mr. Raunham to sift this mystery which may be criminal. He stretched his limbs, pressed his head, and seemed gradually to awake to a sense of having been incautious in his utterance.
Edward himself, however, was as firmly convinced as the rector had been of the truth of the man's story, and paced backward and forward the solitary compartment as the train wound through the dark heathery plains, the mazy woods, and moaning coppices, as resolved as ever to pounce on Manston, and charge him with the crime during the critical interval between the reception of the telegram and the hour at which Owen's train would arrive trusting to circumstances for what he should say and do afterwards, but making up his mind to be a ready second to Owen in any emergency that might arise.
Miss Aldclyffe neither moved nor spoke during this proceeding; it might have been supposed that she was quite unmindful of it, had it not been for what was revealed by a keen penetration of the veil covering her countenance the rays from two bright black eyes, directed towards the lawyer and his interlocutor. Springrove came fifth; Manston seventh.
The bunch of keys belonged to her: two of them fitted the locks of her two boxes. Mr. Flooks, agent to Lord Claydonfield at Chettlewood, said that Mr. Manston had pleaded as his excuse for leaving him rather early in the evening after their day's business had been settled, that he was going to meet his wife at Carriford Road Station, where she was coming by the last train that night.
Miss Aldclyffe had possibly recognized him, but Manston had not, and feeling that it was indispensable to keep the purport of his visit a secret from the steward, he thought it would be as well, too, to keep his presence in the village a secret from him; at any rate, till the day was over.
Manston loosened the plaster with some kind of tool, flinging the pieces into a basket as they fell. Having now stripped clear about two feet area of wall, he inserted a crowbar between the joints of the bricks beneath, softly wriggling it until several were loosened.
'Not drunk, but market-merry, said Manston cheerfully. 'Well done! If I baint so weak that I can't see the clouds much less letters. Guide my soul, if so be anybody should tell the Queen's postmaster-general of me! The whole story will have to go through Parliament House, and I shall be high-treasoned as safe as houses and be fined, and who'll pay for a poor martel! O, 'tis a world!
Miss Aldclyffe told me that you wanted to hear no more of me proved it to me! said Edward. 'Never! she couldn't. 'She did, Cytherea. And she sent me a letter a love-letter, you wrote to Mr. Manston. 'A love-letter I wrote? 'Yes, a love-letter you could not meet him just then, you said you were sorry, but the emotion you had felt with him made you forgetful of realities.
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