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Hester Dethridge advanced slowly to the table at which Lady Lundie was sitting. A slate and pencil hung at her side, which she used for making such replies as were not to be expressed by a gesture or by a motion of the head. She took up the slate and pencil, and waited with stony submission for her mistress to begin.
At another, he flew into the most terrible passions without any apparent cause. With her help, they had placed him on an entirely new diet. But they had found an unexpected difficulty even in doing that. When the trainer took him to the new lodgings, it turned out that he had seen Hester Dethridge at Windygates, and had taken the strongest prejudice against her.
As if with an invisible hand, it dragged down the brow and the eyelid on the right; it dragged down the mouth on the same side. His arm fell helpless; his whole body, on the side under the arm, gave way. He dropped on the floor, like a man shot dead. Hester Dethridge pounced on his prostrate body knelt on his broad breast and fastened her ten fingers on his throat.
The cook dropped her slate at her side and bent her head gravely in sign that she submitted. She motioned to Blanche to loosen Anne's dress, and then kneeling on one knee took Anne to support her while it was being done. The instant Hester Dethridge touched her, the swooning woman gave signs of life.
She rested her two hands on her sides, and took a long look at me. She made a horrid dumb sound not as if she was angry; more, if such a thing could be, as if she was satisfied pleased even, I should have said, if it had been any body but Hester Dethridge. Do you understand it?" "Not yet. Let me get nearer to understanding it by asking something before you go on.
"Have you seen her since she left the house?" A third affirmative reply. "Where?" Hester Dethridge wrote slowly on the slate, in singularly firm upright characters for a woman in her position of life, these words: "On the road that leads to the railway. Nigh to Mistress Chew's Farm." "What did you want at Chew's Farm?"
My father was much away from us, traveling for his business. I had to bear it all. About this time I began to think it would be well for me if I could marry as my sisters had done; and have good Mr. Bapchild to dinner, between the services, in a house of my own. "In this frame of mind I made acquaintance with a young man who attended service at our chapel. "His name was Joel Dethridge.
She has given Geoffrey notice to quit these lodgings." "Notice to quit?" Anne repeated, in amazement. "Yes. In a formal letter. She handed it to me open, as soon as I was up this morning. It was impossible to get any explanation from her. I have made the peace between them for to-day. Mrs. Dethridge very reluctantly, consents to give him four-and-twenty hours.
In either case, the refastened paper would hide every thing, and the wall would tell no tales. Geoffrey was satisfied. He pointed next to the towels in his room. "Take one of them," he said, "and show me how you did it, with your own hands." As he said the words, Anne's voice reached his ear from below, calling for "Mrs. Dethridge." It was impossible to say what might happen next.
She saw nothing but the glimmering light in the room; she heard nothing but a hoarse gasping, as of some person laboring for breath. The sound ceased. There was an interval of silence. Then the head of Hester Dethridge rose slowly into sight through the gap in the wall rose with the glittering light of madness in the eyes, and looked at her. She flew to the open window, and screamed for help.
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