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There was a gentle murmur of the inflowing tide among the loose stones and pebbles fringing the beach, but to Helmsley's ears it sounded like the miserable moaning of a broken heart, the wail of a sorrowful spirit in torture. He went on and on, with no very distinct idea of where he was going, he simply continued to walk automatically like one in a dream.
And Angus reddened suddenly like a boy "Dear old David, bless you! That's just what I want you to help me to do!" For a moment such a great wave of triumph swept over Helmsley's soul that he could not speak. But he mastered his emotion by an effort. "I'm afraid," he said "I'm afraid I should be no use to you in such a business, you'd much better speak to her yourself "
In that same moment, the dog Charlie, who had followed her downstairs from her room, jumped on the bed, and finding his master's hand lying limp and pallid outside the coverlet, fawned upon it with a plaintive cry. The cool sea-air rushed in, and Helmsley's sinking strength revived. He turned his eyes gratefully towards the stream of silvery moonlight that poured through the open casement.
She was tired, very tired and hardly knowing what she did, she crept like a beaten and wounded animal into the room which had formerly been her own, but which she had so long cheerfully resigned for Helmsley's occupation and better comfort, and there she threw herself upon the bed where he had died, and lay for a long time in a kind of waking stupor.
An' you 'ave yer got a name for the arskin'?" "Why, certainly!" And Helmsley's pale face flushed. "My name is David." "Chrisen name? Surname?" "Both." Matthew Peke shook his head. "'Twon't fadge!" he declared. "It don't sound right. "I'm not a Jew," said Helmsley, smiling. "Mebbe not mebbe not but yer name's awsome like it.
A fierce gust of wind here snapped asunder a great branch from a tree, and flung it straight across his path. Had he been a few inches nearer, it would have probably struck him down with it. Charlie peeped out from under his arm with a pitiful little whimper, and Helmsley's heart smote him. "Poor wee Charlie!" he said, fondling the tiny head; "I know what you would say to me!
"That's true that's Testymen true!" And the individual addressed as Mrs. Twitt, heaved a profound sigh which was loud enough to flutter through the open door to Helmsley's ears "Which, as I sez to Twitt often, shows as 'ow we shouldn't iver tempt Providence.
And you will write to me and tell me all that is needful for me to know shall I leave this paper?" and she held up the document in which the list of Helmsley's various legacies was written "Surely you ought to keep it?" Sir Francis smiled gravely. "I think not!" he said "I think I must urge you to retain that paper on which my name is so generously remembered, in your own possession, Miss Deane.
This humble Gamaliel diagnosed Helmsley's case as one of rheumatic fever, complicated by heart trouble, as well as by the natural weakness of decaying vitality. Mary had explained to him Helmsley's presence in her cottage by a pious falsehood, which Heaven surely forgave her as soon as it was uttered.
One's plan of conduct with a multi-millionaire required to be thought out with sedulous care, and entered upon with circumspection. And Mrs Sorrel did not attempt even as much as a youthful giggle at Helmsley's half-sarcastically implied compliment with its sarcastic implication as to the ease with which she supported her years and superabundance of flesh tissue. She merely heaved a short sigh.
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