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It will never answer to reveal this horrid little romance of ours to all the world." "Nor shall I. The world has no right to our secrets, and the Reverend Raymond Rashleigh will go to his grave with his little mystery unsolved. But we will be married again, openly and before the world, and you, Mrs.
So that, although I did feel a certain qualm of conscience at having been the means of introducing Rashleigh, being such as he was described by Miss Vernon, into my father's business perhaps into his confidence I subdued it by the reflection that my father was complete master of his own affairs a man not to be imposed upon, or influenced by any one and that all I knew to the young gentleman's prejudice was through the medium of a singular and giddy girl, whose communications were made with an injudicious frankness, which might warrant me in supposing her conclusions had been hastily or inaccurately formed.
Rob Roy, of whose sagacity and courage they had known so many proofs, was the person whom they pitched upon to assist his escape, and the place of meeting was fixed at Osbaldistone Hall. You have already heard how nearly the plan had been disconcerted by the unhappy Rashleigh.
Rashleigh felt this, and found himself obliged to follow my lead, however difficult he might find it to play his cards successfully. "I have known less of Miss Vernon," he said, "for some time, than I was wont to do formerly.
"The old scythe-man has moved so rapidly," I answered, "that I could not count his strides." "Hush!" said Miss Vernon, "here comes Rashleigh;" and she drew off her chair, to which I had approached mine rather closely, so as to place a greater distance between us.
"Heroics are all very well, Blanche," he said; "but self-preservation is the first law of nature. Confession is the only avenue of escape, and I have taken it. Besides, justice is justice. You deserve it. You goaded me on. It was your fault from beginning to end." "And you own, then, you are not the man who carried me off before?" said Mollie. "You are not the man Mr. Rashleigh married?"
"Your sneer, sir, is no answer; I will not part with you until I have full satisfaction concerning the fraud you meditate you shall go with me before a magistrate." "Be it so," said Rashleigh, and made a step or two as if to accompany me; then pausing, proceeded "Were I inclined to do so as you would have me, you should soon feel which of us had most reason to dread the presence of a magistrate.
At length, frantic at some real or supposed injurious insinuation, I actually struck Rashleigh with my fist. No Stoic philosopher, superior to his own passion and that of others, could have received an insult with a higher degree of scorn. What he himself did not think it apparently worth while to resent, Thorncliff resented for him.
At the conclusion of the ceremony, I returned with Sarah to the inner room, and the Reverend Mr. Rashleigh was safely taken home." There was a pause. Mollie sat looking with knitted brows into the fire. "Well?" questioned Miriam, sharply. "I stayed there a week," went on Mollie, hurriedly.
Jarvie in the delicate situation in which he had engaged himself chiefly on my account. And lastly, it was only in this quarter that I could hope to learn tidings concerning Rashleigh and my father's papers, which had been the original cause of an expedition so fraught with perilous adventure.
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