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But now Bog's attention was diverted from Mr. Minford, and his heart was made to beat more rapidly by a new sight. While he had kept both eyes closely fixed upon the inventor, he had looked with an oblique, or reflected vision, into the other window of the room. This window was uncurtained, and Bog could distinctly see the chairs, bureau, and other articles of furniture.
Bog caught Miss Minford's eye as he concluded these remarks, and blushed till he perspired, to think that he should have dropped such a brutal observation in presence of that young lady. Mr. Minford noticed the confusion of his young friend, and unintentionally added to it, by saying: "Bog is a good boy.
"But pardon me, your Honor we are anxious to have Miss Minford brought on the stand this afternoon, believing, that her testimony alone will acquit our client." "You believe so, because you do' 'no' what it is. But, as I said before, it wos on Miss Minford's statement that Mr. Wilkingson there was 'rested.
Nothing has yet been heard from Miss Minford, who, you said, was expected to be in attendance to-day. Will you be good enough to send to Mrs. Crull's house for her?" "Really, I can't wait," replied the coroner. "The young lady must be sick, or she would have been here before now."
Minford. "Thank you," said the boy; "but I guess you better not call, Miss Minford. Aunt's a good woman, but kind o' cur'us, you know. Them rheumatics has made a great change in her."
She remembered that, on those occasions, Mrs. Minford had been much disconcerted; and Mr. Minford, remarking that it was a freak of nature, he presumed, had always seemed desirous of changing the subject. She remembered that this strange want of resemblance to either of her reputed parents had often been a puzzle to her before Mrs. Minford's death.
"It may be, my dear Mr. Van Quintem, that your son did not write the anonymous letters to Mr. Minford, notwithstanding the point of resemblance which we think we have detected. While sitting, at my window, I have often noticed him in his room scribbling at a desk, as if he were practising penmanship. Perhaps, if you examine the contents of the desk, you may get some further light on the subject.
Crull, who had been watching Marcus narrowly, and was firmly impressed with the conviction of his innocence, came forward with a warm hand, and tried to think of a proverb suitable to the occasion, but could not. Patty Minford removed the veil from her face, and looked at her benefactor. She made a motion as if to rise and go toward him.
Minford and his guest telegraphed a truce with their eyes, and assumed a cheerful look. Little Pet timidly ran to her father, and kissed him, and then shook hands with Marcus. He observed a shrinking in her touch. She averted her eyes. "Your clothes are damp, and your feet wet, my darling," said the father, "Are they?" answered Pet, looking down at her saturated garments and glistening shoes.
Crull kept two servants, but she could never get over the impulse to answer the door, when she was near it. Overtop explained that they were desirous of seeing Miss Minford on important business. "The poor, dear child!" exclaimed Mrs. Crull, in a broken voice. "She is not here." "Not here!" cried Overtop. "Where is she, then?" "I don't know, sir; and that's what troubles me so." Here the good Mrs.
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