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We must get the other man into this. He must be frightened. Send him the salt." There was another rattle of the latchkey, and the watchers were not in the least surprised to see Richford come in, with the air of a man who is quite at home. He was looking white and anxious and a little annoyed as he took off his coat and entered the dining-room.
Brookfield was in the talk of all who came to Richford. Emilia got the vision of the wretched family seated in the library as usual, when upon midnight they were about to part, and a knock came at the outer door, and two men entered the hall, bearing a lifeless body with a red spot above the heart. She saw Cornelia fall to it.
Richford stood before her with one of his hands on her arm and his other about her white slender throat. There was a murderous look on his face, but the eyes that Beatrice turned upon him did not for a moment droop. Then Richford pushed the girl away brutally from him and walked as far as the door. "You don't want for pluck," he growled.
He looked anxious and white and sullen withal, and he favoured Mark with a particularly malevolent scowl. Richford knew the relationship that had existed at one time between Mark and Beatrice. "I suppose you must be excused under the circumstances for racing off with my wife in this fashion," he said hoarsely.
Richford stood there shaking and quivering with passion, and yet not free from the vague terror that Beatrice had noticed all along. Beatrice could not repress a shudder as she looked at that evil, scowling face. To be with that man always, to share his home and his company, seemed to her a most impossible thing.
He begged that Mrs. Richford would let him take everything off her hands. Wearily Beatrice crept down to dinner with a feeling that she would never want to eat anything again. She watched that brilliant throng about her sadly; she sat in the drawing-room after dinner, a thing apart from the rest. A handsome, foreign-looking woman came up to her and sat down on the same settee.
That accounts for your agitation, for the fact that you have been drinking. Cowardly scoundrel, what have you to say to this!" "What are you going to do?" Richford asked sullenly. "Unless you release me here and now," Beatrice cried, "I swear by Heaven that I am going to tell the truth!"
So that the lame man could get posted in all his facts with a view to stealing the body. In other words, Mrs. Richford's husband was a party to that daring crime. Why that body was fetched away we cannot inquire into, at present. What I want to know, and what I must know, is what Mrs. Richford and her husband quarrelled about." Berrington winced.
But this is certainly my experience, that misfortune makes me feel more and more superior to those whom I despise. I have even asked myself was I so once? And, Apropos of Laura! We hear that their evenings are occupied in performing the scene at Besworth. They are still as distant as ever from Richford. Let me add that Albert Tinley requested my hand in marriage yesterday.
What's a girl's love in return for his giving his money, his heart, and offering his life every day for Italy?" As soon as Georgiana could put faith in her intention to depart, she gave her a friendly hand and embrace. Two days later they were at Richford, with Lady Gosstre. The journals were full of the Italian uprising.
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