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My eyes have lost nothing yet, at any rate, though I am five-and-thirty; the poor man actually blushed when I looked at him! What sort of color do you think he would have turned, if one of the little birds in the garden had whispered in his ear, and told him the true story of the charming Miss Gwilt? "Good-by, Mother Oldershaw.
It was brutally put; but it was true doubly true, after the opening of Miss Gwilt's letter. Mrs. Milroy gave way. "What do you want to know?" she asked. "Tell me, and leave me." "I want to know what you are writing to Mr. Armadale about?" "About Miss Gwilt." "What has Mr. Armadale to do with you and Miss Gwilt?" Mrs.
Armadale, while acknowledging that he had once admired you, added that circumstances had since satisfied him of 'his folly. I quote his own expression; it made me quite tremble with indignation. If I may be permitted to say so, the man who admires Miss Gwilt lives in Paradise. Respect, if nothing else, ought to have closed Mr. Armadale's lips.
"I can't live this sort of life much longer," thought Allan. "If nobody will help me to put the awkward question to Miss Gwilt, I must stumble on some way of putting it for myself." What way? The answer to that question was as hard to find as ever. Allan tried to stimulate his sluggish invention by walking up and down the room, and was disturbed by the appearance of the footman at the first turn.
"But for this morsel of paper," he thought, "my life might have been one long sorrow to me, and my father's crime might have parted us forever!" Such was the result of the stratagem which had shown the housemaid's face to Mr. Brock as the face of Miss Gwilt.
Armadale, and that she considers him to be an innocent instrument in the hands of other and more designing people. I was carefully on my guard with her; for I don't altogether believe in Miss Gwilt, and I have my lawyer's suspicions of the motive that is at the bottom of her present proceedings. "I have written thus far, my dear sir, with little hesitation or embarrassment.
"P. S. I have just heard from the lawyers. They have found out the name the woman passed by in London. The name is Miss Gwilt." From Miss Gwilt to Mrs. Oldershaw. The Cottage, Thorpe Ambrose, Saturday, June 28. "If you will promise not to be alarmed, Mamma Oldershaw, I will begin this letter in a very odd way, by copying a page of a letter written by somebody else.
A duplicate key, as I'm alive, of my fumigating apparatus upstairs! Oh dear, dear, how careless I get," said the doctor, turning round briskly to Miss Gwilt. "I hadn't the least idea that I possessed this second key. I should never have missed it. I do assure you I should never have missed it if anybody had taken it out of the drawer!"
I can't treat her cruelly after that!" "Mr. Armadale," said the lawyer, "you did me the honor, a little while since, to say that you considered me your friend. May I presume on that position to ask you a question or two, before you go straight to your own ruin?" "Any questions you like," said Allan, looking back at the letter the only letter he had ever received from Miss Gwilt.
The police interfered; the baroness found herself in prison; and Miss Gwilt was put between the two alternatives of accepting Mr. Waldron's protection or being thrown on the world again. She was amazingly virtuous, or amazingly clever, which you please. To Mr.
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