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"You have noticed it. This unaccountable heat " "But its cause, I gather, is not in the house itself but outside," I was astonished to hear the doctor add. Colonel Wragge rose from his chair and turned to unhook a framed map that hung upon the wall. I got the impression that the movement was made with the deliberate purpose of concealing his face.
All her hatred of Captain Wragge hissed out of her lips in those two words. "Oblige me, sir, by holding one side of my traveling-bag," she resumed, "while I open it and take something out." The interior of the bag disclosed a series of neatly-folded papers, all laid together in order, and numbered outside. Mrs.
The disclosure, on Kirke's side, of his father's connection with the young officer in Canada, had followed naturally on the revelation of Magdalen's real name. Captain Wragge had expressed his surprise, but had made no further remark at the time.
"Do you seriously mean to inflict my wife's society on yourself for a fortnight?" he asked, in great surprise. "Your wife is the only innocent creature in this guilty house," she burst out vehemently. "I must and will have her with me!" "Pray don't agitate yourself," said the captain. "Take Mrs. Wragge, by all means. I don't want her."
The railway mania of that famous year had attacked even the wary Wragge; had withdrawn him from his customary pursuits; and had left him prostrate in the end, like many a better man. He had lost his clerical appearance he had faded with the autumn leaves. His crape hat-band had put itself in brown mourning for its own bereavement of black.
At an earlier hour Magdalen had provided for her being properly taken care of by the landlady's eldest daughter a quiet, well-conducted girl, whose interest in the shopping expedition was readily secured by a little present of money for the purchase, on her own account, of a parasol and a muslin dress. Shortly after ten o'clock Magdalen dismissed Mrs. Wragge and her attendant in a cab.
Wragge may have formerly possessed appear to have now finally taken their leave of her. On receiving permission to go to London, she favored us immediately with two inquiries. Might she do some shopping? and might she leave the cookery-book behind her? Miss Vanstone said Yes to one question, and I said Yes to the other and from that moment, Mrs. Wragge has existed in a state of perpetual laughter.
I know not how to express in language this singular emotion that caught us here in utter darkness, touching no sense directly, it seemed, yet with the recognition that before us in the blackness of this underground night there lay something that was mighty with the mightiness of long past ages. I felt Colonel Wragge press in closely to my side, and I understood the pressure and welcomed it.
"The back," said Captain Wragge, feeling that the less notice he attracted in his present position, the safer that position might be. The carriage twice crossed the stream before the coachman made his way through the grounds into a dreary inclosure of stone. At an open door on the inhabited side of the place sat a weather-beaten old man, busily at work on a half-finished model of a ship.
"I have more to consider than you think for," she answered. "I have another object in view besides the object you know of." "May I ask ?" "Excuse me, Captain Wragge you may not ask. Allow me to thank you for your hospitality, and to wish you good-night. I am worn out. I want rest." Once more the captain wisely adapted himself to her humor with the ready self-control of an experienced man.
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