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Shouts and other noises increased in loudness and frequency. The lapse of ten minutes brought most of the inhabitants of that end of the village into the street, followed in a short time by the rector, Mr. Raunham. Casting a hasty glance up and down, he beckoned to one or two of the men, and vanished again. In a short time wheels were heard, and Mr.
Owen could contain himself no longer, much as his mind dreaded anything of the nature of ridicule. 'The people all seem to look at me, as if something seriously concerned me; is it this stupid matter, or what is it? 'Surely, sir, you know better than anybody else if such a strange thing concerns you. 'What strange thing? 'Don't you know! His confessing to Parson Raunham. 'What did he confess?
Some facts about the inquest were given in the papers to a certainty. Her brother caught eagerly at the suggestion. 'Who has a file of the Chronicles? he said. 'Mr. Raunham used to file them, said Cytherea. 'He was rather friendly-disposed towards me, too.
Raunham was at home. Now the rector, though a solitary bachelor, was as gallant and courteous to womankind as an ancient Iberian; and, moreover, he was Cytherea's friend in particular, to an extent far greater than she had ever surmised.
The extent to which she was shaken by his information, whilst it proved that the understanding between herself and Manston did not make her a sharer of his secrets, also showed that the tie which bound her to him was still unbroken. Mr. Raunham had lately begun to doubt the latter fact, and now, on finding himself mistaken, regretted that he had not kept his own counsel in the matter.
Raunham that she would like to be alone with Cytherea. 'Cytherea? she faintly whispered the instant the door was closed. Cytherea clasped the lady's weak hand, and sank beside her. Miss Aldclyffe whispered again. 'They say I am certain to live; but I know that I am certainly going to die. 'They know, I think, and hope. 'I know best, but we'll leave that.
Raunham hinted that I should take steps to discover her whereabouts by advertising. I had no energy for the farce. But one evening I chanced to enter the Rising Sun Inn. Two notorious poachers were sitting in the settle, which screened my entrance.
'I am much obliged to you, but I think I can scarcely accept the offer, returned Owen coldly. 'Mr. Manston is an honourable man, and I had much better see him myself. 'There is no doubt, said Mr. Raunham, 'that the death of his wife was fully believed in by himself. 'None whatever, said Owen; 'and the news must be broken to him, and the question of other proofs asked, in a friendly way.
I am so afraid it will turn out that I shall have to go to Knapwater and be his wife, and I don't want to go. Do conceal what we have told you. Let him continue his deception it is much the best for me. Mr. Raunham at length divined that her love for Manston, if it had ever existed, had transmuted itself into a very different feeling now.
In the room everything was so still, and sensation was as it were so rarefied by solicitude, that thinking seemed acting, and the lady's weak act of trying to live a silent wrestling with all the powers of the universe. Nobody was present but Mr. Raunham, the nurse having left the room on Cytherea's entry, and the physician and surgeon being engaged in a whispered conversation in a side-chamber.
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