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If I choose to receive foolish letters from foolish men, it concerns you no more than your silent adoration of Pauline Marrabel does me. You understand?" "I understand," he answered quietly. "Go on." "Well," she continued, "a few days afterwards I had just about as terrifying a specimen of a blackmailing letter as you can possibly imagine." "From these people?" Rochester asked. "No!
If our young friend here is really able to solve this little mystery, he will not object to my making use of his discovery." "By no means," Saton answered. "But I warn you that if the person is one unknown to Lady Marrabel or myself, I cannot tell you who it was. All that I can do is perhaps to show you something of how the thing was done." "It will be most interesting!" Rochester declared.
Saton," the butler interrupted. "He has been with Lady Marrabel for some time." Rochester found himself face to face with Pauline, but it was a somewhat grim smile with which he welcomed her. "Still fascinated, I see, by the new science, my dear Pauline," he said. "I met your professor outside. He has a fine new motor-car.
So there she was, poor dear, penniless, and Henry had everything. Of course, he had to marry her." "Why not?" Saton remarked. "She is quite charming." "Yes! But this is the tantalizing part of it," Lois continued. "They hadn't been married a year when Sir Walter Marrabel died. Pauline is a widow now. She is coming here in a few days. I do hope you will meet her."
The little group of people were all leaning forward with eyes riveted upon Pauline Marrabel. Even Rochester's expression had become a little tense. "Think again," Saton said. "There was only a corner of the wood between you and that field when the shot was fired. You are walking there now, now, as the shots are fired. Bend forward. You can see through those trees if you try.
"Too experienced," Madame remarked. "Perhaps too good a judge of your sex. Who else?" "Lady Marrabel." "A very beautiful woman, I have heard," Madame remarked. "Also young, I believe. Also, I presume, a victim." "It is not kind of you," Saton protested. "These women were staying in the house. One has to make oneself agreeable to them."
"Very well," Rochester said. "There shall be no excuse, no misunderstanding. The woman with whom I forbid you to have anything whatever to do, whom I order you to treat from this time forward as a stranger, is Pauline Marrabel." Saton was still in no hurry to speak. He leaned a little forward. His eyes seemed to burn as though touched with some inward fire.
"I daresay he was very different in those days," she said. "Before the Beauleys property came to him, he was quite poor, and he was very much in love with the dearest woman Pauline Hambledon. It was impossible for them to marry her people wouldn't hear of it so he went abroad, and she married Sir Walter Marrabel! Such a pig! Everyone hated him. Then old Mr.
I shall have them later." "What have you been doing?" she asked. "I walked with a girl, Lois Champneyes, in Kensington Gardens most of the morning, and I called upon a woman Lady Marrabel this afternoon," he answered. Rachael nodded. "Safe companions for you," she muttered. "Remember what I always tell you. You are of the breed that can make fools of women. A man might find you out."
I will break with this woman, notwithstanding all I owe to her, and I will go away and work once more, wherever I can earn enough to keep me. And I will tell you why. I haven't a good quality that I know of. I am as selfish as a man can be. I am a murderer at heart, an actor most of the time, but in one thing I am honest. I love you, Pauline Marrabel! I can't help it.
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