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Parmalee and his companion posted full speed down to Devonshire. In the luminous dusk of the soft May evening they reached Worrel, Harriet's thick veil hiding her from every eye. "We'll go to Mr. Bryson's first," said Parmalee, Bryson being Sir Everard's lawyer. "We're in the very nick of time; to-morrow morning at day-dawn is fixed for " "Oh, hush!" in a voice of agony; "not that fearful word!"
A minute later and they were flying, swift as lash and shout could urge them, toward Worrel Jail. Earlier in the evening, when Harriet had told her story to Mr. Bryson, that gentleman had proceeded at once to the prison to inform the prisoner and the officials that the murdered lady was alive.
Toward the close of the second week, a body was washed ashore, some miles down the coast, and the authorities there signified to the authorities of Worrel that the corpse might be the missing lady. Sir Everard, his mother, and Miss Silver went at once. But the sight was too horrible to be twice looked at.
Sir Everard had driven him forth with blows and abuse, and forbidden him to enter the grounds. My lady knew this, and was forced to meet him by stealth." "Where was Sir Everard on this night?" "At a military dinner given by Major Morrell, here in Worrel." "What time did he return to Kingsland Court?" "At half past eleven, as nearly as I can judge.
See, when I bathe it, it is not a bad hurt, sir. She's just been she's just worn out, poor thing and she's asleep that's all." He made no answer to the woman's speech, but turned toward me. "Five doors from here," he said, "and to your left as you go out, you will find the residence of Dr. Worrel. Go to him for me, and tell him he is wanted here at once. Tell him my mother is much worse.
Come home with me and rest to-night, at least. I owe you a heavy debt, and I should like to pay a little of it." "You owe me nothing!" His eyes gleamed under his hat and his teeth clinched as he spoke. "Nothing, Sir Everard Kingsland! Let us say good-bye. I must reach Worrel by sunrise." "And so you shall. The fleetest steed in my stables shall carry you.
What do you mean? Has that villainous poacher dared to threaten me?" "Not in my hearing, sir; but others say so. And he's a dark, vindictive brute; and he swore a solemn oath, they say, when his brother went to Worrel Jail, to be revenged upon you.
Lady Kingsland thought it was you, Sir Everard. But she is alive and well, and in Worrel at this very moment. Our first business is to cage our bird before she flies. Can you aid us any, Sir Everard? Where are we most likely to find her?" "At the Court," the baronet answered. "She left here to go there to kill my mother with her horrible news, if she could." "We will leave you now," Mr.
He stood with one hand, white and shapely as a lady's, resting on the glossy neck of his bay horse, his fair, handsome face, flushed with anger, turned upon his gamekeeper. Peter Godsoe, the sturdy gamekeeper, standing before his young master, hat in hand, looked up deprecatingly. "He takes it very hard, Sir Everard, that you sent his brother to Worrel Jail.
He held his victim in a grip of iron, from which he struggled madly to get free, while the horse, with a shrill neigh of terror, started off riderless. "I swore I'd kill you, Sir Everard Kingsland," Dick Darkly growled, "when you put my poor brother in Worrel Jail for snaring the miserable rabbits to keep his sick wife and children from starving. I swore it, and I'll keep my oath.
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