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"Yes, I did, my girl, because I had left my portmanteau there with papers and money, without which I should soon be in 'Queer Street. Yes, I went back, and found Mrs. Vane gone. But the Meldreth woman had a queer look about her, and I suspected what she was about, though I don't know that I could have balked her but for my peculiar constitution.
Vane, on leaving her brother's lodgings, drove straight to Camden Town. She had reasons for wishing to see Sabina Meldreth. The house was a little difficult to find, because the street had recently been renamed and renumbered, and Mrs. Vane was forced, to her great disgust, to descend from the cab and make inquiries in her own person of various frowsy-looking women standing at their own doors.
Vane might be kept secret as nothing could absolutely be proved respecting Flossy's sinister designs on Enid's life or health the confession that Mrs. Meldreth had made to Enid in her last moments should be made known. Enid was however still reluctant; and Miss Vane was brought in chiefly to give her advice, and thus to settle the question.
Sabina Meldreth had withdrawn from her station at the foot of the bed; she had moved softly to the side, and now stood by her mother's pillow, opposite to Enid, with her eyes fixed watchfully, balefully, upon her mother's face. But Mrs. Meldreth seemed unconscious of her daughter's gaze.
"The woman Meldreth is her name? would not know what to do without consulting Mrs. Vane first, would she?" "No. But then we don't know where Mrs. Vane is she may have been in the house all the time for aught we know." "I think not," said Cynthia decisively. "She would have come herself to look at you when Miss Meldreth was examining your hair if she had been in the house."
"Have I done nothing for you then," said Flossy, with a red gleam in her brown eyes, "in saving you from disgrace, ridding you of a permanent burden, pensioning your mother till her death, and giving you money whenever you have asked for it? Is that nothing at all, Sabina Meldreth?" "It's something, of course," said Sabina stolidly; "but it ain't enough.
Flossy's first instinctive desire was to rise from her sofa and receive Sabina Meldreth standing not at all by way of politeness, but as an intimation that the interview was not intended to be a long one. On second thoughts, she lay still. A show of languor and indifference was more likely to produce an impression on Sabina than excitement. Mrs.
He is the murderer Westwood, the man who killed my bother, Sydney Vane, and afterwards escaped from Portland Prison, where he was undergoing a life sentence! I remember the man perfectly. Sabina Meldreth, you can identify him?" "Oh, yes, I can identify him!" said Sabina curtly. "He's Miss West's father, anyway and we all know who that was. We heard her call him 'father' just now her very self."
"Because, if I don't, people would say I wasn't respectable," snapped Miss Meldreth; "and it's no good flying in their faces that way." "Oh! Then you wish to be thought respectable?" "Yes, I do; and, what's more, so do you, Mrs. Vane, in your own way.
Whatever she might say or leave unsaid, neither of those two persons who looked at her could doubt for another moment that Sabina Meldreth had a secret a guilty secret weighing heavily upon her mind. Mrs. Meldreth's weak voice once more broke the silence. "I never thought of its harming you, my dear," she said. "I thought you was rich and would not want houses and lands. And, when Mrs.
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