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Her manner was brusque, her speech sharp, and her criticism of neglectful mothers caustic and much to the point. Prim, always in black bonnet and jet-trimmed cape of years gone by, both in summer and winter, she took no heed of the vagaries of fashion, even when they reached Woodnewton so tardily.
At ten o'clock on the following morning, after making a detour, he alighted from a dogcart before the little inn called the Westmorland Arms at Apethorpe, just outside the lodge-gates of Apethorpe Hall, and making excuse to the groom that he was going for a walk, he set off at a brisk pace over the little bridge and up the hill to Woodnewton.
"And, strangely enough, so does the Baron. He's a most matter-of-fact man." "How curious that the cases are almost parallel, and yet so far apart! The Baron has a daughter, and so has Sir Henry." "Gabrielle is at Glencardine, I suppose?" asked Hamilton. "No, she's living with a maiden aunt at an out-of-the-world village in Northamptonshire called Woodnewton."
The man pulled a wry face and puffed at his cigarette in silence. "What does the girl do?" asked Flockart a few moments later. "Well, she seems to have a pretty dull time with the old lady. I stayed at the 'Cardigan Arms' at Woodnewton for two days a miserable little place and watched her pretty closely.
For a moment she was thoughtful, then she laughed defiantly in his face. "Speak! Say what you will. But if you do, you suffer with me." "You say that exposure is imminent," he remarked. "How did the girl manage to return to Glencardine?" "With Walter's aid. He went down to Woodnewton. What passed between them I have no idea. I only returned the day before yesterday from the South.
There he had stopped, bent gallantly over her hand, congratulated her upon her escape, and as their ways lay in opposite directions she back to Woodnewton and he on to Oundle they had parted. "I hope, Miss Heyburn, that we may meet again one day," he had laughed cheerily as he raised his hat, "Good-bye." Then he had turned away, and had been lost to view round the bend of the road. She was safe.
His words of reassurance brought her great comfort. But he wished to know the truth. He suspected something. By her own action in writing those letters she had aroused suspicion against herself. She regretted, yet what was the use of regret? Her own passionate words had revealed to him something which he had not suspected. And he was coming down there, to Woodnewton, to demand the truth!
The pair were, however, now separated. Krail, in pursuit of his diligent inquiries, had actually been in Woodnewton, and seen the lonely little figure, sad and dejected, taking long rambles accompanied only by a farmer's sheep-dog. Young Murie had not been there; nor did the pair now correspond. This much Krail had himself discovered.
Therefore, with regret at my compulsory denunciation of yourself, I am now endeavouring to assist you." "Thank you," she responded coldly, again turning away abruptly. "I require no assistance from a man such as yourself a man who entrapped me, and who denounced me in order to save himself." "You will regret these words," he declared, as she walked away in the direction of Woodnewton.
"I saw her last week in Woodnewton. The change from Glencardine to an eight-roomed cottage in a village street must be rather severe." "Only what she deserves," snapped Flockart. "She defied us." "Granted. But I cannot help thinking that we haven't played a very fair game," said the man. "Remember, she's only a girl." "But dangerous to us and to our plans, my dear Krail. She knows a lot."
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