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Securing a bundle I had myself prepared, I glided up the second staircase, and, after a moment's delay, succeeded in unlocking the door and disappearing with my bundle into the fourth story. When I came down, the key I had carried up was left behind me. The way for Mrs. Ransome's escape lay open. I do not think I had been gone ten minutes from the drawing-room.
Ransome's own countenance assumed a milder look, and advancing nearer, she pointed out a room where we could speak apart. As I moved towards it she whispered a few words in her daughter's ear, then she rejoined me. "I did not know Mr. Allison was married," were her first words. "Madame," said I, "I did not know we were the guests of a lady who chooses to live in retirement."
For a long, long time I faced an empty world, steeped in an infinity of silence, through which the sunshine poured and flowed for some mysterious purpose. Then I heard Ransome's voice at my elbow. "I have put Mr. Burns back to bed, sir." "You have." "Well, sir, he got out, all of a sudden, but when he let go the edge of his bunk he fell down. He isn't light-headed, though, it seems to me."
We haven't left the sickness behind. Do they look very ill?" "Middling bad, sir." Ransome's eyes gazed steadily into mine. We exchanged smiles. Ransome's a little wistful, as usual, mine no doubt grim enough, to correspond with my secret exasperation. I asked: "Was there any wind at all this morning?" "Can hardly say that, sir. We've moved all the time though.
To be sure, one never had pictured an Uncle Austen as the possible Prince, but still Emily should have them, if she wanted them. Alexina's gaze fell upon a flower lying on the floor, which had dropped out of Garrard Ransome's buttonhole. The boy loved flowers as most men from the blue grass country do, and the cottage yard was a wilderness of them. She had almost forgotten Garrard's share in this.
One glance at the spot I was most interested in, and I found myself too dizzy to look further. In the center of Mrs. Ransome's roof there was to be seen what I can best describe as an extended cupola without windows.
And presently he came marching back towards the house, with no mark of a sailor's clumsiness, but carrying his fine, tall figure with a manly bearing, and still with the same sober, grave expression on his face. I wondered if it was possible that Ransome's stories could be true, and half disbelieved them; they fitted so ill with the man's looks.
Ransome knew, or than Sarah knew herself. To Dick Ransome's mind, thus illumined by knowledge, that spectacle swept the whole range of human comedy. He sat taking in all the entertainment it presented; and, when it was all over, he remarked quietly that Toodles needn't bother about her proofs. He had got them too. He knew that it was not so.
It was a false and feeble imitation of his old heartiness. Over a supper of cold ham and cheese and beer they discussed Ransome's father's health and his mother's health, and Mrs. Usher's health, which was poor, and Mr. Usher's prospects, which were poorer, not to say bad.
Grace's body winced and quivered, but her marble face never stirred, nor did her lips utter a sound. "Come away from their scandalous tongues," said Ransome, eagerly. "No," said Grace; and such a "No." It was like a statue uttering a chip of its own marble. Then she stood quivering a moment; then, leaving Ransome's arm, she darted up to the place where Jael Dence had been found.
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