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If you return and spend the winter in New York I can put you in the way of vastly increasing your property, and by such presence and business activity you will disarm all criticism which your mother's Southern relations may occasion." "Mamma will bitterly oppose my return." "I can only say that what I advise will greatly tend to conserve Mrs. Merwyn's interests.
Vosburgh adding that if the week passed quietly he could join them on Saturday evening. So they quietly exchanged their good-by kiss on the edge of a volcano already in eruption. An early horseback ride in Central Park had become one of Merwyn's habits of late. At that hour he met comparatively few abroad, and the desire for solitude was growing upon him. Like Mr.
Her intuitions had become womanly and keen, and Merwyn's dumb agony affected her more deeply than a torrent of impetuous words or any outward evidence of distress. She went back to her chair and shed bitter tears; she scarcely knew why, until her father's voice aroused her by saying, "Why, Marian dear, what IS the matter?" "Oh, I am glad you have come," she said.
Her toilet was scarcely completed when Willard Merwyn was announced. IT is essential that we should go back several hours in our story. On the morning of the day that witnessed the departure of Strahan and his company Merwyn's legal adviser had arrived and had been closeted for several hours with his client. Mr. Bodoin was extremely conservative.
He looked at her so keenly that her color rose a little, then said, "I think, my dear, you will listen till I say 'concluded;" and he repeated the substance of Merwyn's words. She heard him with a perplexed little frown. "What do you think I ought to do, papa?" "Do you remember the conversation we had here last June?" "Yes; when shall I forget it?"
Again the hours dragged slowly on, the stillness of the house broken only by Merwyn's delirious words. Then, for a time, there was disquiet in bitter truth. All through the dreadful night just described, an ocean steamer had been ploughing its way towards the port of New York. A pilot had boarded her off Sandy Hook, and strange and startling had been his tidings to the homeward-bound Americans.
You are a skilful narrator, for, intensely as your story has interested me, you have reserved its climax to the last, even though your search led you only among woful scenes in the hospitals." "On such scenes I will touch as lightly as possible, and chiefly for Mr. Merwyn's benefit; for if Strahan had been left on the field, either killed or wounded, I do not see how he could have escaped me."
"I am repaid a thousand-fold," was Merwyn's quiet comment. "My oath cannot blight my life now." Sleep had been most effectually banished from his eyes, and as he stood in the unlighted apartment, motionless and silent, looking out upon the dusky street, but a few moments passed before a man and a woman approached cautiously, lifted the slain rioter, and bore him away.
Vosburgh in the breakfast-room, and the latter sent a cup of coffee to his daughter by the physician, who said, when he returned: "I think it would be well for me to know something about Mr. Merwyn's experience during the past few days. I shall understand his condition better if I know the causes which led to it." Mr. Vosburgh told him everything.
May I have the chance of rejecting this man as I never dismissed one before!" It must not be supposed that Willard's frequent visits to the Vosburgh cottage had escaped Mrs. Merwyn's vigilant solicitude, but her son spoke of them in such a way that she obtained the correct impression that he was only amusing himself.
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