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Beyond the vague threats which had escaped Captain Stanwick's lips threats which I own I was rash enough to despise I had no warning whatever of the dreadful events which happened at Maplesworth on the day after our return to Nettlegrove Hall. I can only add that I am ready to submit to any questions that may be put to me. Pray don't think me a heartless woman. My worst fault was ignorance.
The moment I heard this news the dread crossed my mind that Stanwick had found his way to Miss Laroche. In an hour more I was traveling to Nettlegrove Hall. I arrived late in the evening, and found Miss Laroche's aunt in great alarm about her niece's safety. I volunteered to go at once, and assist in taking care of her. A servant accompanied me to show me the place of meeting.
As he laid his hand on the lock, he turned toward me for the last time. "I forbid you to go to Varleigh's lodgings," he said, very distinctly and quietly. "Understand what I tell you. I forbid it." With those words he left us. My aunt sat down by me and took my hand kindly. "There is only one thing to be done," she said; "we must return at once to Nettlegrove.
This famous inland watering-place was only between nine and ten miles from my new home called Nettlegrove Hall. I had been feeling weak and out of spirits for some months, and our medical adviser recommended change of scene and a trial of the waters at Maplesworth. My aunt and I established ourselves in comfortable apartments, with a letter of introduction to the chief doctor in the place.
Not a creature was near when I entered the wood; not a creature was near when I looked into the clearing. There was nothing on the ground. The body was gone. No. 4. The Reverend Alfred Loring, Rector of Nettlegrove, testifies and says: EARLY in the month of October, 1817, I was informed that Miss Bertha Laroche had called at my house, and wished to see me in private.
"Don't forget me!" he whispered, as he stood at the door, while I followed my aunt out. "Come to Nettlegrove," I whispered back. His eyes dropped to the ground; he let me go without a word more. This, I declare solemnly, was all that passed at our visit. By some unexpressed consent among us, no allusion whatever was made to Captain Stanwick; not even his name was mentioned.
Finding it useless to resist, she decided, it is needless to say, on going with me. We found Mr. Varleigh very courteous, but more than usually grave and quiet. Our visit only lasted for a few minutes; my aunt using the influence of her age and her position to shorten it. She mentioned family affairs as the motive which recalled us to Nettlegrove. I took it on myself to invite Mr.
My childish pride urged me to assert myself in some way, after the passive position that I had been forced to occupy during the interview with Captain Stanwick. "No," I said, "it is not acting fairly toward Mr. Varleigh to break our engagement with him. Let us return to Nettlegrove by all means, but let us first call on Mr. Varleigh and take our leave.
"Whoever he is, he has died nobly," Bervie answered "May I look at him?" The workman signed that he might look. Bervie lifted the cloak and met with Doctor Lagarde once more. No. 1. Miss Bertha Laroche, of Nettlegrove Hall, testifies and says: TOWARD the middle of June, in the year 1817, I went to take the waters at Maplesworth, in Derbyshire, accompanied by my nearest relative my aunt.
I gave her my hand, poor soul. I said, "Speak to me, my dear, as if I were your father." Hesitating between them and perfectly inexperienced in such matters, she had been the unfortunate cause of enmity between the rivals, and had returned to Nettlegrove, at her aunt's suggestion, as the best means of extricating herself from a very embarrassing position.
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