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Another thing that kept him there was his love for Kitty not a very pure or elevating love certainly, still it was love for all that, and Vandeloup could not tear himself away from the place where she resided. He had called on Kitty's father, the Rev. Mark Marchurst, who lived at the top of Black Hill, near Ballarat, and did not like him.
Miss Marchurst accepted his offer, and depositing her small person in the big cane chair, she took furtive glances at him, while Gaston, whose experience of women was by no means limited, looked at her coolly, in a manner which would have been rude but for the charming smile which quivered upon his lips.
'Hardly, observed a cool voice behind them; 'Miss Marchurst dances this with me you see, Mrs Riller, as that lady turned and saw Vandeloup, 'she has not your capability at playing wallflower, with a significant glance at Bellthorp.
Kitty Marchurst was a veritable fairy in size, and her hands and feet were exquisitely formed, while her figure had all the plumpness and roundness of a girl of seventeen which age she was, though she really did not look more than fourteen.
'Oh dear, no: rather the other way, returned Miss Marchurst, gaily. 'They said you were good-looking and so you are, very good- looking. Gaston bowed and laughed, rather amused at the way she spoke, for he was used to being flattered by women, though hardly in the outspoken way of this country maiden. 'She's been strictly brought up, he muttered sarcastically, 'I can see that.
It seemed, therefore, as though Kitty had found her vocation, and would develop into an operatic star, but fate intervened, and Miss Marchurst retired from the stage, which she had adorned so much. This was due to Madame Midas, who, driving down Collins Street one day, saw Kitty at the corner walking with Fanny Wopples.
Though Marchurst had often tried to convert her, she refused to believe in the shallow sophistries he set forth, and told him she had her own views on religion, which views she declined to impart to him, though frequently pressed to do so.
'None at all, replied Vandeloup, blandly; 'but she had to poison Mrs Villiers. 'Go on, said Gollipeck, gruffly; 'I've no doubt you will make up an admirable story. 'So kind of you to compliment me, observed Vandeloup, lightly; 'but in this instance I happen to tell the truth Kitty Marchurst was my mistress. 'It was you that ruined her, then? cried Gollipeck, pushing back his chair.
'It couldn't have been Miss Marchurst, said Bellthorp, 'they say that the poison was poured out of a bottle held by a hand which came through the window it's quite true, defiantly looking at the disbelieving faces round him; 'one of Mrs Villiers' servants heard it in the house and told Mrs Killer's maid. 'From whence, said Vandeloup, politely, 'it was transmitted to you- -precisely.
'I am going, Madame, replied Gaston, calmly, 'but I thought I would come up in order to assist you to put the nugget in the trap. 'Oh, Mr Marchurst would have done that, said Madame, much gratified at Vandeloup's attention. 'I'm sorry you should miss your evening's pleasure for that.
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