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Mr. Westcote smilingly asked. "Quite," was the reply. "I think this dose will do me all my life. I am willing to do anything you ask me, even to blacking your boots." "That's good, so obey me at once and leave this confounded hole." "What, go with you?" "Certainly. What else would have brought me here but to take you away?" "To the court-room, I suppose," was the bitter rejoinder. "Not at all.
Admit that she, Dorothea Westcote, had loved a French prisoner almost young enough to be her son! that she had given him audience at night! that he had been shot and captured beneath her window! Unjustly, too, she accused herself, because it is the decision, not the terror felt in deciding, which distinguishes the brave from the cowardly.
"You must have a cup of tea before you leave, and I thought it would be nice out here on the verandah." "That looks good to me," Mr. Westcote remarked as he drew his chair up to the table. "I haven't eaten a bite since morning. I was all ready to go to the restaurant when Dobbins came to see me, and then you girls arrived. If this keeps up much longer I shall be a skeleton.
And so well was this inelasticity recognised, so clearly was it understood that by no circumstances could Endymion Westcote permit himself to be upset, that none of the snowed-up company at "The Dogs" thought a bit the worse of him for having gone home and left them to shift as best they could.
"But, I would like for you to come with me to the city to-day. It is a matter of business, that is, some details which should have been attended to before." "Has it anything to do with the falls?" David enquired. "Yes, everything centres there," and Mr. Westcote smiled. "This affair is really important or I should not bother you to-day." "I can be ready in a short time," David replied.
"Yes, I broke it this morning, and have read the contents of the paper three times. I am going to read it to you now, for that will be better than if I tell it to you in my own words." Mr. Westcote was about to begin the reading of the manuscript lying before him, when his lawyer was announced. "Excuse me for a moment," he said, "I must speak to Dr. Turnsell at once."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you a very important thing," and Mr. Westcote laughed. "My instructions in paper Number 1 told me not to open Number 2 until after the old man's death. Then I should learn all about him and the mystery of my strange commission would be solved." "Do you know yet?" Lois eagerly asked. "Have you broken the seal?"
Westcote replied. "I shall order the car immediately. You had better come too, Margaret." Lois was now in a great whirl of excitement, and she could hardly wait for the arrival of the car. Mr. Westcote told the chauffeur to make good time, and though they travelled fast it seemed to Lois a long time before the Haven appeared in sight. The captain and Mrs.
The next day Mike Flannery, the Westcote agent of the express company, was sitting at his desk in the express office, carefully spelling out a letter to Mary O'Donnell, on whom his affections were firmly fixed, when he heard the train from Franklin whistle. He had time to read what he had written before he went to meet the train, and he glanced over the letter hastily.
Westcote would spare no money on his behalf. As he sat there in his cell he thought over his past life and of the many struggles he had made to succeed. He brooded over the injustice he had received from so many simply because he was poor and forced to fight his own battles against almost overwhelming odds. "And is this the end?" he asked himself. "Will all my efforts amount to nothing?"
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