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I asked, pointing to the sloping roofs and ornamental chimneys arising just beyond us over the hedge-rows. "Oh, that is Mrs. Carew's home. She is a widow and Mrs. Ocumpaugh's dearest friend. How she loved Gwendolen! How we all loved her! And now, that wretch " She burst into tears. They were genuine ones; so was her grief.
Ocumpaugh's peculiarities and those of his admired and devoted wife. As man and woman they were kindly, honorable and devoted to many more interests than those connected with their own wealth.
I am determined to restore her to her home. Your blasphemous babble of a changed heart does not affect me. You are after a larger haul than the sum offered by Mr. Ocumpaugh. You want some of Mrs. Ocumpaugh's fortune. I have suspected it from the first." "I want? Little you know what I want" then quickly, convincingly: "You are strangely deceived. Little Miss Ocumpaugh is not here."
And a conspiracy it was, but one which might yet have succeeded if Doctor Pool's suspicion of Mrs. Ocumpaugh's intentions, and my own secret knowledge of Mrs. Ocumpaugh's real position toward this child, could have been eliminated from the situation. But with those two factors against them, detection had crept upon them in unknown ways, and neither Mrs.
A woman like that is accountable for much more than she herself ever realizes. But one thing she never succeeded in doing: she never shook Mr. Ocumpaugh's love for his wife or hers for him. Whether it was the result of that early romantic episode of which I have spoken, or whether their natures are peculiarly congenial, the bond between them has been one of exceptional strength and purity."
Ocumpaugh's distress detains me. If the situation lightens, if we hear any good news to-night, or even early to-morrow, I shall continue my preparations, which will take me again to New York." "I will call if you are at home." She gave me a slight nod and vanished.
Ocumpaugh's mother, who had held sway at Homewood for thirty years or more, was hard as the nether millstone. She was a Rathbone and had brought both wealth and aristocratic connections into the family.
I have myself seen the desk from which these sheets were undoubtedly taken and for them to be in the hand of a certain person argues " Mrs. Ocumpaugh's hand went up in dissuasion, but I relentlessly finished "that she has been in that room! Are you more than convinced of this now? Are you sure?" She did not need to make reply; eyes and attitude spoke for her.
Ocumpaugh's white and gold music-room were suddenly thrown into confusion by the appearance among them of a young girl in a state of great perturbation, who, running up to the startled hostess, announced that Gwendolen, the petted darling of the house, was missing from the bungalow where she had been lying asleep, and could not be found, though a dozen men had been out on search.
A murmur, nothing more, from Mrs. Ocumpaugh's set lips. "Could it I do not say that it was I don't see any reason why it should be but could it have been Mrs. Carew?" Not a sound this time, not a sound. "She was down at the dock that night. Did you know it?" A gesture, but whether of assent or dissent I could not tell. "We know of no other person who was there but the men employed."
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