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Verner told him in confidence what had been done. He, the doctor, at first refused to put his hand to anything so unjust. He protested that the public would cry shame, would say John Massingbird had no human right to Verner's Pride, would suspect he had obtained it by fraud, or by some sort of underhand work. Mr. Verner replied that I Matiss could contradict that. At last the doctor signed."
She, the woman whose beauty had been used to lure Valentine Jernam to his death, she who had almost witnessed his murder; she owed to Valentine's brother the discovery of her parentage, the defeat of her calumniators, her restoration to a high place in society, and to family ties, the destruction of Reginald Eversleigh's designs on Lady Verner's property, and greatest, best boon of all the recovery of her child.
When the runners from Verner's Pride reached it, assistance had already arrived, and Rachel, rescued from the pond, was being laid upon the grass. All signs of life were gone. Who had done it? what had caused it? was it an accident? was it a self-committed act? or was it a deed of violence? What brought her there at all? What was to be done?
"We part friends, old fellow!" he said to Lionel the following morning, when all was ready, and the final moment of departure had come. "To be sure we do," answered Lionel. "Should England ever see you again, you will not forget Verner's Pride." "I don't think it will ever see me again. Thanks, old chap, all the same.
By noon the next day the young commander had got his ship ready for sea, and receiving his dispatches with a joyous heart, he shaped a course for Halifax. A bright look-out was kept, but on this occasion it was to avoid strange sails. He was only to fight for the purpose of escaping capture. Halifax was reached, and Pearce having delivered his dispatches, hurried up to Colonel Verner's house.
Ten times a day had Lionel to curb his outraged feelings, and compress his lips to stop the retort that would rise bubbling up within them. She would openly lament that it was not Frederick who had returned, in which case she might have remained at Verner's Pride!
"What will you give me for some good news, Sibylla?" "What about?" she rejoined. "Need you ask? There is only one point upon which news could greatly interest either of us, just now. I have seen Cannonby. He is here, and " "Here! At Verner's Pride?" she interrupted. "Oh, I shall like to see Cannonby; to talk over old Australian times with him." Who was to account for her capricious moods?
Sir Francis Verner sprang to his feet and looked about for one of the bell ropes of the old-fashioned, curtained room. "Where is Usher?" he cried, with a livid face. "And who is Usher?" said Fisher, softly. "I wonder how much Usher knows of the truth." Verner's hand fell from the bell rope and, after standing for a moment with rolling eyes, he strode abruptly from the room.
Oh, if some impossible electric telegraph could but have carried the news over the waves of the sea, to the ship ploughing along the mid-path of the ocean; if the two fugitives in her could but have been spirited back again, as the codicil seemed to have been spirited away, how triumphantly would they have entered upon their sway at Verner's Pride.
Verily, within the last year, Death had made himself at home at Verner's Pride! A cold bright day in mid-winter. Luncheon was just over at Deerham Court, and Lady Verner, Decima, and Lucy Tempest had gathered round the fire in the dining-room. Lucy had a cold.
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