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Of the unanswering morrows she called for release, and as her husband stood up, preparing to read what she had written, she felt herself the depository of shame. The next instant she was at his side. "Give it me," she murmured. Her voice trembled a little, but she strove to render it assured. "Give it me," she pleaded. Usselex turned to her at once. "Certainly, if you wish it," he said.
"Well, from what I had heard, and what he practically substantiates here, Usselex is a trifle out of the common run. His earliest recollections are of Cornwall, some manufacturing town there; let me see " and the old man fumbled with the letter and with his glasses. "Yes, yes; Market Dipborough, to be sure.
His words reached her from inordinate distances, across preceding days, and out of and through the note which he held in his hand; and with them came the acutest pain. "He is telling the truth," she reflected, "and I deserve to die." "Shall I ring?" he repeated. She started and shook her head. "No, no," she replied. "Go on." "I thank you," Usselex returned.
The tenor wasn't half bad, I admit. Mr. Usselex, I am glad to see you." Maule had risen at Usselex's entrance and made a step forward to greet him. "I stopped on my way to Delmonico's," he added, lightly. "I made sure you were both going." "Yes," Usselex answered. "The carriage is at the door now. We can give you a lift if you care to." He turned to Eden. "Shall I ring for your wrap?"
"But your mother could have told you " "If she didn't, Mrs. Usselex, it was because she had a good excuse." "What was that?" "She died also." "Mr. Arnswald, I am sorry. I had no right to ask such thoughtless questions. My mother died too. I do not remember her either. Truly you must forgive me."
An artist might not have given her a second glance, a poet would have adored her at the first. And as she still sang, Arnswald entered the room and approached the piano at which she sat. She heard his steps and turned at once expectant of Usselex. Then, seeing that he was alone, "What have you done with my husband?" she asked. "Nothing," the young man answered. "Nothing at all.
You can see Salem from here, and you can understand what a boy's life in such a place must be. Afterwards I was sent to school, and later I went abroad. When I returned Mr. Usselex took me in his office. I have been there ever since. He has been very kind to me, Mr. Usselex has." "He says how is it he puts it? oh, he says you have the genius of finance." "I can only repeat that he is very kind."
For a moment he eyed her, as though seeking, untold, to divine the meaning of her words. "Nothing has gone wrong, has it?" he asked. "He has deceived me." "Usselex?" "Who else is there whose deception I would notice?" "You are mistaken, Eden; it is my fault; he consulted me in the matter " "He consulted you? But how is such a thing possible.
Will you sit a moment and let me tell you now?" Coerced and magnetized, the girl moved back and sank down again on the lounge. Usselex still toyed absently with the note, and as he too found a seat, for the first time she recalled its contents. Then a shudder beset her. "I ought perhaps," he began, "to have been franker in this matter.
"In finding you alone I supposed he had told you that " "That the mine " "That I love you." In the corner of the room was a great colonial clock. Through the silence that followed it ticked sleepily, as though yawning at the avowal. Mr. Usselex had bent forward; he watched the girl. She was occupied in tearing little slips from the paper which lay in her lap.
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