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He could only wait with Jane Repton's words ringing in his ears: "You cannot control the price you will have to pay." Stella Ballantyne was brought up again in a week's time and the case then proceeded from day to day. The character of Ballantyne was revealed, his brutalities, his cunning.
He got up from the table and stood looking at her, and then away from her with his lips pursed in doubt. "Yes?" said she. "I was thinking. Will you travel under another name? I don't suggest it really, only it might save you annoyance." Repton's hesitation was misplaced, for Stella Ballantyne's pride was quite beaten to the ground. "Yes," she said at once.
I didn't come to Chitipur on any sentimental journey"; and he told how he had seen her portrait in Jane Repton's drawing-room and learnt of the misery of her marriage. "I came to fetch you away." And again Stella stared at him. "You? You pitied me so much? Oh, Henry!" "No. I wanted you so much. It's quite true that I sacrificed everything for success. I don't deny that it is well worth having.
He knew well that the interview he was approaching was one in which this virtue of truth might be severely tested, but he gloried in the opportunity, and he came out of the Tube into the fresh air within a step of Mr. Repton's office with set lips and his young temper braced for the ordeal. When he got to the office there was Mr.
It was Bob Repton's questions, as to what they were doing at the time of the flood, that brought him suddenly up; then he didn't hesitate for a moment in taking them back to Adam, or before him. Just on the ancestry of the O'Moores, Phelim has got a tile a little loose; but on all other points, he is as sensible as anyone in the regiment."
Pettifer continued by reading Repton's words slowly and with emphasis. "'Mrs. Ballantyne then turned very pale, and running after me down the garden like a distracted woman cried: "Why did you tell him to do that? It will some night mean my death." This statement, Mr. Thresk, was elicited in cross-examination by Mrs.
But it could not be all the truth. There was something behind it something rather grim and terrible. Thresk walked to the door of the hotel and called up a motor-car. "Tell him to drive to the Khamballa Hill," he said to the porter. "I'll let him know when to stop." The porter translated the order and Thresk stopped him at Mrs. Repton's door.
He put up at the hotel and enclosing Repton's introduction in a covering letter sent it by his bearer down the road. Then he waited; and no answer came. Finally he asked if his bearer had returned. Quite half an hour he was told, and the man was sent for. "Well? You delivered my letter?" said Thresk. "Yes, Sahib." "And there was no answer?" "No. No answer, Sahib," replied the man cheerfully.
You went to Chitipur, I know. From your presence here I know too that you found them there." "No," said Thresk, "I didn't." He sat down and looked straight into Jane Repton's eyes. "I had a stroke of luck. I found them in camp." Jane Repton understood all that the last two words implied. "I should have wished that," she answered, "if I had dared to think it possible. You talked with Stella?"
Repton's door was finally closed upon him, and no message was given to him from the woman he had saved, he was at once human and unheroic enough to visit a little of his resentment upon her.
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