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Updated: April 30, 2025
It looked as black and dismal as if it was nightfall coming on. 'Good-bye, old Hollow! Aileen called out, waving her hand. 'Everything looks bright and beautiful except the mountain. How gloomy it appears, as if it held some dreadful secret doesn't it? Ah! what a pleasant time it has been for me. Am I the same Aileen Marston that went in there a few weeks since?
You were with Marston Greyle when he died you registered his death as Marston Greyle and " Chatfield laughed softly and gave his companion a swift glance out of one corner of his right eye. "And put another name on a bit of a tombstone six months afterwards, what?" he said quietly. "Mr.
Marston sitting, as she had done on that bright May morning, majestic in her grape-trimmed hat and the mantle with the bugles. Her face and her attitude expressed the deep though unformulated conviction that God was 'not what He was. Then he turned and went home, numb, without vitality or hope.
Marston issued her orders; and having set on foot all the necessary preparations for so unwonted an event as a stranger's visit of some duration, she betook herself to her little boudoir the scene of many an hour of patient but bitter suffering, unseen by human eye, and unknown, except to the just Searcher of hearts, to whom belongs mercy and vengeance. Mrs.
Now I want to assure you all, right here, that my father never did really know that Martin was an imposter. He began to suspect something at the end, but he didn't know for a fact. Martin went down to him at Scarhaven, just a week after the real Marston Greyle had died. He claimed to be Marston Greyle, he produced his papers. My father told about the Marston Greyle he'd buried.
In a few minutes they were clearly made out to be a party of three horsemen driving pack-horses before them, and somethin' which some of the hunters guessed was a buffalo calf. Young Marston guessed too, but his guess was different. Moreover, it was uttered with a yell that would have done credit to the fiercest of all the savages.
Marston made no reply; she was too excited to speak, as with parted lips and eager eyes she sat gazing straight ahead.
Then he pointed up to the big house and the old Keep yonder, and asked whose place that might be, and I said that was the Squire's. 'And who may the Squire be? says he. 'Mr. Marston Greyle, says I, 'Recent come into the property. 'Marston Greyle! he says, sharp-like. 'Why, I used to know a young man of that very name in America! he says.
He paused at this point to mix the punch, and then resumed: "But for all that, he appears to have been a lively old gentleman to the end, and left us his version of a saying which is considered by some people an improvement on the original, 'Cherchez la femme. Uncle Marston had it, 'Hunt the other woman. Don't go too fast with that punch; it isn't as gentle as it seems."
"No; what was he?" said Marston, yawning and closing his eyes. "I dun know 'xactly wot he was. I'm not overly sure that I even know wot he is, but I know wot the trappers says of him; an' if only the half o't's true, he's a shiner, he is." Having said this much, Bounce filled his tomahawk, lighted it, puffed a large cloud from it, and looked through the smoke at his companion.
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