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He looked very pale and worn, almost haggard. "Would you call Miss Drake?" he said. Polwarth went, and following Dorothy up the stair again, heard what Faber said. "She is sleeping beautifully, but I dare not leave her. I must sit up with her to-night. Send my man to tell my assistant that I shall not be home. Could you let me have something to eat, and you take my place?
"You may speak to him as freely as to me, and he is far more able to give you counsel than I am." "Would you mind shaking hands with me, Mr. Polwarth?" said Leopold, holding out his shadowy hand. Polwarth took it with the kindest of smiles, and held it a moment in his.
Do you remember" here Polwarth turned to Wingfold "my mentioning to you once a certain manuscript of strange interest to me at least and Rachel which a brother of mine left behind him?" "I remember it perfectly," answered the curate." "It seems so to mingle with all I ever think on this question, that I should much like, if you gentlemen would allow me, to read some extracts from it."
"I can't think, for all that," he said, "why, if there be life beyond the grave, and most sincerely I trust there is I don't see why we should know so little about it. Confess now, Mr. Polwarth! Mr.
The acquaintance between the draper and the gate-keeper rapidly ripened into friendship. Very generally, as soon as he had shut his shop, Drew would walk to the park-gate to see Polwarth; and three times a week at least, the curate made one of the party. Much was then talked, more was thought, and I venture to say, more yet was understood.
To the extent therefore, of what she might herself have known without Juliet's confession, Dorothy, driven to her wits' end, resolved to open the matter to the gatekeeper; and accordingly, one evening on her way home, called at the lodge, and told Polwarth where and in what condition she had found Mrs.
Polwarth closed the manuscript, and for a time no one spoke. "The man who wrote that book," said Wingfold, "could not have been all out of his right mind." "I must confess to you," returned Polwarth, "that I have chosen some of the more striking passages only some of them however.
"Where do you ride to-day?" he asked, when the party came up. "To take Polwarth at Redbraes," they said. "Is it so?" said Home. "Then I'll go with you myself and be your guide. But come your ways into the house and rest you a little, till I get ready for the road."
In reality, little Polwarth could have carried big Drake to the top of any hill Difficulty, up which, in his spiritual pilgrimage, he had yet had to go panting and groaning and to the top of many another besides, within sight even of which the minister would never come in this world.
During a previous imprisonment he had committed to memory Buchanan's translation of the Psalms, and he obtained much comfort from repeating them while in the Polwarth vault. One day as he sat at his little table deep in thought he fancied that he saw a skull lying on the floor move slightly. He watched it, and saw to his surprise that it was undoubtedly moving.
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