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But his own pleasure in his friend's company had been somewhat spoilt by something Panton had then thought it right to tell him. This something was that his late wife's one-time companion, Miss Pigchalke, had gone to Redsands, and, seeking out the doctor, had tried to force him to say that poor Mrs.
"I wish you could remember exactly how the advertisement was worded?" said Varick. It was clear that he felt very much disturbed. "I'm sorry I didn't keep a copy of it; all I can tell you is that it asked for information concerning the past life and career of Lionel Varick, sometime of Redsands and Chichester." "Chichester?" repeated Varick mechanically.
But I don't want to care for him, Miss Farrow I'm sure that Milly is jealous of me; yet at Redsands, when she was dying, it made her happy that we were friends." "I don't think you need be afraid that Lionel will ever ask you to marry him again," said Blanche firmly. "And, Helen? Let me give you a word of advice. Never, never, tell anyone of what happened to you this morning."
I thought you had been life-long friends." Helen shook her head. "What happened was this. A friend of mine I mean a really old friend had a bad illness, and I took her down to Redsands you may know it, a delightful little village not far from Walmer. I took a house there, and Mr. and Mrs. Varick had the house next door. We made friends, I mean Mr.
How surprised she would have been, for instance, to know that the only thing about herself Varick would have liked altered was her association with that part of his life to which he never willingly returned, even in his thoughts. The part of his life, that is, which had been spent by his dying wife and himself at Redsands.
He had spoken of this girl, Helen Brabazon, with great regard and liking with rather more regard and liking than he generally spoke of any woman. "She was most awfully kind to me during that dreadful time at Redsands," he had said only yesterday. And Blanche had understood the "dreadful time" referred to the last weeks of his wife's life.
Blanche Farrow uttered a stifled exclamation of surprise, and Gifford went on: "I may add that Miss Pigchalke behaved with remarkable cunning and intelligence. She found out that the doctor at Redsands the place where her poor friend died was a firm friend of Varick's.
"I suppose," said the other slowly, "that they were married altogether about seven months?" "I fancy rather longer than that. She was quite well, or so she thought, when she married. They travelled about for a while on the Continent, and she told me once she enjoyed every minute of it! And then her health began to give way, and they took this house at Redsands. They chose it because Mr.
He really couldn't help it. Varick was such a thoroughly good fellow! "I wonder," said Varick hesitatingly, "if I could get a copy of that Sunday paper? I feel that it's the sort of thing that ought to be stopped don't you, Panton?" "I'm quite sure it didn't appear again in the same paper, or I should have heard of it again. That one particular copy did end by going the whole round of Redsands.
Sir Lyon then asked a rather curious question: "How was the apparition clothed?" "In her shroud. A woman in Redsands made it. I saw the woman about it perhaps that impressed it on my mind," her mouth quivered. "The figure standing there was exactly like Milly dead, excepting that her eyes seemed alive, and that there was that dreadful look of anger on her face." "How long did the vision last?"
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