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She put aside her sewing and moved towards the door. 'Where are you going? 'I don't feel well. I must rest. 'Just stop a minute. I've something here I want to show you. She turned wearily. Mutimer took a letter from his pocket. 'Will you read that? She took it. It was written in a very clear, delicate hand, and ran thus:
She had always imagined herself procuring the services of some agent, but what agent was at hand? She might go herself to the address she had noted, but it was to incur a danger too great even for the end in view. If Mutimer heard of such a visit and she had no means of assuring herself that communication between him and those people did not still exist how would it affect him?
'It is not my wish' these words followed the directions 'to put the said Richard Mutimer above the need of supporting himself by honest work, but only to aid him to make use of the abilities which I understand he possesses, and to become a credit to the class to which he belongs. The executors were Hubert Eldon himself and the lawyer Mr. Yottle.
They spoke also of a visitor of their own, or, perhaps, rather of Adela's, who had been in the house for a fortnight and would return to London on the morrow. This was Alice Mutimer no longer to be called Mrs. Rodman. Alice had lived with her mother in Wilton Square since her recovery from the illness which for a long time had kept her in ignorance of the double calamity fallen upon her.
It was of course a deplorable error to think of mining in the beautiful valley which had once been the Eldons' estate. Richard Mutimer could not perceive that. He was a very old man, and possibly the instincts of his youth revived as his mind grew feebler; he imagined it the greatest kindness to Mrs.
It was not the fault of Daniel Dabbs if members of the Hoxton and Islington branch of the Union read the paragraph without understanding to whom it referred. Daniel was among the first to hear of what had befallen the Mutimer family, and from the circle of his fellow-workmen the news spread quickly.
As she disclaimed thanks, Eldon's tact discovered the way of safety. Facing her with a quiet openness of look, he said, in a tone of pleasant directness which Adela had often felt to be peculiarly his own 'I shall best thank you by admitting that I should have found it very unpleasant to meet Mr. Mutimer. You felt that, and hence your kindness.
He would have persuaded her to go to bed, but she declared that sleep was impossible; she had much rather sit up with him till news came of Alice, as it surely must do in course of the night. For Mutimer there was no resting; he circled continually about the neighbouring streets, returning to the house every quarter of an hour, always to find Adela in the same position.
Among the earliest of these was Mr. Keene, the journalist. He sent in his name one Sunday morning requesting an interview on a matter of business, and on being admitted, produced a copy of the 'Belwick Chronicle, which contained a highly eulogistic semi-biographic notice of Mutimer.
We have probably heard the last of this parvenu and his loudly trumpeted schemes. No true friend of the Revolution can be grieved. Mutimer bit his lip. 'Heard the last of me, have they? Don't be too hasty, Roodhouse. A week later; the scene, the familiar kitchen in Wilton Square. Mrs.
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