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"Never; but I can account for that by the fact, that he never alluded to anything that had at any time given him pain or displeasure, if he could avoid it." "There is but the one clue, then, that I spoke of, namely, the ring that belonged to the set of diamonds. Did your husband ever possess " "The ring!" exclaimed Mrs Tipps and Netta in the same breath. "Yes, he had a diamond ring "
"That's it; that's it exactly; that must be it for I remember it well, and it corresponds in all respects with my dear ladies, let me see the ring without delay." "Alas! sir," said Mrs Tipps, sadly, "the ring is lost!" A look of blank dismay clouded poor Dr Noble's visage as he heard these words, but he quickly questioned the ladies as to the loss, and became more hopeful on bearing the details.
"Really, sir," said Mrs Tipps, laughing, "you talk so enthusiastically of this Insurance Company that I almost suspect you to be a director of it." "Madam," replied the elderly gentleman with some severity, "if I were a director of it, which I grieve to say I am not, I should only be doing my simple duty to it and to you in thus urging it on your attention.
"I fear there are a great many bad fellows amongst us," said Tipps, shaking his head. "You are quite mistaken," replied the superintendent. "There were a good many bad fellows, but I flatter myself that there are very few now in proportion to the number of men on the line.
How fortunate," exclaimed Mrs Tipps, "he will take care of me. Come, Mr Gurwood, I will introduce you to him and his daughter." She turned to Gurwood, but that youth did not hear her remark, having been forced from her side by a noiseless luggage truck on India-rubber wheels.
"You'll have time to catch the 6.30 train," he said, as Mrs Tipps fluttered to a cupboard and brought out a black bottle. "Thank you. Yes, I'll go by that. You shall escort me to it. Please ring the bell." The stout elderly female Netta's nurse answered. "Come here, Durby," said the widow quickly; "I want you to take this bottle of wine to a poor sick woman.
But of course this was not known at first and the people who were standing about hurried, with terrible forebodings, to lend assistance to the passengers. Mr Sharp seemed to have been smitten with feelings somewhat similar to those of Tipps, for, without knowing very well how or why, he suddenly found himself standing up to the armpits in debris, heaving might and main at masses of timber.
"Really, Joseph, the book is too private to be read aloud," said Mrs Tipps, snatching it out of her son's hand. "These dolls were for a bazaar in aid of the funds of a blind asylum, and I dressed them all myself last winter."
The other said her husband had been a lawyer, so of course he could not be the man of whom I was in search." "But, sir," said Mrs Tipps, in some perplexity, "if you are to depend on description, I fear that you will never attain your end, for every one knows that descriptions given of the same person by different people never quite agree."
Presently on raising part of the broken framework of the carriage a man struggled to his feet and, wiping away the blood that flowed from a wound in his forehead, revealed the countenance of Edwin Gurwood to the astonished Tipps. "What! Edwin!" he exclaimed. "Ay don't stand there, man. Your mother is in the train." Poor Tipps could not speak he could only gasp the word, "Where?"
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