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But when he is silent, you can hardly help vaguely, though perhaps most unjustly, mistrusting him. Take people whom you know and like. Take any one you know and like." "Soon done, my good fellow," said Wilding. "I take you." "I didn't bargain for that, or foresee it," returned Vendale, laughing. "However, take me. Reflect for a moment. "I think it is," said Wilding. "I think so too.
That view of the matter quite escaped me. I was just wishing I had you to consult, when you came into the room. And here I am tried by a formal prohibition, which cannot possibly have been intended to include you. How very annoying!" Obenreizer's filmy eyes fixed on Vendale attentively. "Perhaps it is more than annoying!" he said.
"How do I know?" he retorted abruptly, and stopping to look back over his shoulder. "I say to you, at least you are English. How do you know?" "By what I have been told from infancy." "Ah! I know of myself that way." "And," added Vendale, pursuing the thought that he could not drive back, "by my earliest recollections." "I also. I know of myself that way if that way satisfies."
The Cellarman's appearance, the moment he put his head in at the door of his master's private room, suggested that something very extraordinary must have happened that morning. There was an approach to alacrity in Joey Ladle's movements! There was something which actually simulated cheerfulness in Joey Ladle's face "What's the matter?" asked Vendale. "Anything wrong?"
While the ceremony is yet in progress, the notary is called out. When it is finished, he has returned, is standing behind Vendale, and touches him on the shoulder. "Go to the side door, one moment, Monsieur Vendale. Alone. Leave Madame to me." At the side door of the church, are the same two men from the Hospice. They are snow-stained and travel-worn.
"Excuse me for one moment," said Vendale; "I will speak to you directly." He turned round again, and continued his search among the papers. "You come at a time when friendly offers are more than usually precious to me," he resumed. "I have had very bad news this morning from Neuchatel." "Bad news," exclaimed Obenreizer. "From Defresnier and Company?" "Yes.
Was she at work? Yes. Cleaning Obenreizer's gloves, as before? No; darning Obenreizer's stockings. The case was now desperate. Two serious considerations presented themselves to Vendale. Was it possible to put Madame Dor into the stove? The stove wouldn't hold her. Was it possible to treat Madame Dor, not as a living woman, but as an article of furniture?
"My good creature, you are sinking for want of repose. Mr. Vendale will excuse you." Madame Dor rose, and set forth sideways on her journey from the stove to bed. She dropped a stocking. Vendale picked it up for her, and opened one of the folding-doors. She advanced a step, and dropped three more stockings.
Hardly less agitated himself, Vendale felt the importance of leading her very gently to the avowal which he was eager to make to the other sweeter avowal still, which he was longing to hear. A woman's love is never to be taken by storm; it yields insensibly to a system of gradual approach. It ventures by the roundabout way, and listens to the low voice.
"What do you know about Vendale?" shouted Grimes; but he left off beating Tom. "I know about Vendale, and about you, too. I know, for instance, what happened in Aldermire Copse, by night, two years ago come Martinmas." "You do?" shouted Grimes; and leaving Tom, he climbed up over the wall, and faced the woman.
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