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Not until she heard the horses coming round from the stable, did she rise to go and change her dress. "I shall not be long away from you, Poldie," she said. "Do not forget me, Helen," he returned. "If you forget me, an enemy will think of me."
"Perhaps you think I am mad. Would to God I were! Sometimes I think I must be. But this I tell you is no madman's fancy. If you take it for that, you will bring me to the gallows. So, if you will see me hanged, " He sat down and folded his arms. "Hush! Poldie, hush!" cried Helen, in an agonized whisper. "I am only thinking what I can best do.
"What sort of thing, Poldie?" she faltered, growing sick at heart. Was this what came of praying! she thought bitterly. "Something or other I don't know what exactly," returned Leopold. "Oh Helen!" he broke out with a cry, stifled by the caution that had grown habitual to both of them, "is there no help of any kind anywhere? Surely Mr.
"I can't think why Mr. Wingfold did not come yesterday," resumed Leopold. "I made sure he would." "Now, Poldie, you mustn't talk," said Helen, "or you'll be exhausted before we get to Mr. Hooker's." "She did not wish the non-appearance of the curate on Monday to be closely inquired into. His company at the magistrate's was by all possible means to be avoided.
You ain't half as bad as you make yourself out." "You had better tell that to the jury, Helen, and see how they will take it," said Leopold contemptuously. "The jury!" Helen almost screamed. "What do you mean, Poldie?" "Well!" returned Leopold, in a tone of justification, but made no further answer to her question.
At the same time she shrunk from Wingfold as hard and unsympathetic. True he had been most kind, even tender, to her brother, but to him he had taken a fancy, having found in him one whom he could work upon and fashion to his own liking: poor Poldie had never been one of the strongest of men.
He would not in the least understand my poor Poldie, and would be too hard upon him." Since her brother's appearance, in fact, she had seen very little of her cousin, and this not merely because her presence was so much required in the sick-chamber, but because she was herself unwilling to meet him.
She shall know that a sister's love is stronger than the hate of a jilt even if you did kill her. Before God, Poldie, I would after all rather be you than she. Say what you will, she had herself to blame, and I don't doubt did twenty worse things than you did when you killed her." But Leopold seemed not to hear a word she said, and lay with his face to the wall.
She had received, and sheltered, and shielded him, doubtless, and would have done so with her life, yet, when it came to the test, she had loved herself better than him, and would have doomed him to agony rather than herself to disgrace. Oh Poldie! Poldie! But he could not hear!
"Down in the hollow there over those trees about the worst place they could have built in. Surely you have seen it! Poldie and I used to run all over it." "No, I never saw it. Was it empty then?" "Yes, or almost. I can remember some little attention paid to the garden, but none to the house. It is just falling slowly to pieces. Would you like to see it?"
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