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My nature is, as you know, naturally sanguine, and I only see to-day what but for my habitual hopefulness I might have seen, and ought to have seen, a week since." Miss Gwilt impatiently threw down her work. "If words cost money," she said, "the luxury of talking would be rather an expensive luxury in your case!"
"Is that woman," he asked, "the woman whom you once knew, whose name was Miss Gwilt?" Once more his wife collected her fatal courage. Once more his wife spoke her fatal words. "You compel me to repeat," she said, "that you are presuming on our acquaintance, and that you are forgetting what is due to me." He turned upon her, with a savage suddenness which forced a cry of alarm from Mr.
Allan's instinct had guessed, and the guiding influence stood revealed of Midwinter's interest in Miss Gwilt. "What right have you to say that?" he asked, with raised voice and threatening eyes. "I told you," said Allan, simply, "when I thought I was sweet on her myself.
Collins's readers declare that he sympathizes with the loves of Armadale and Neelie Milroy, or actually cares a straw what becomes of either of those insipid young persons? Neither is Midwinter one to take hold on like or dislike; and Miss Gwilt is interesting only as the capable but helpless spider out of which the plot of the story is spun.
"'Temper we were prepared for, Miss Gwilt, they said, 'but not Profanity. We wish you good-evening. "So they left me, and so 'Miss Gwilt' sinks out of the patronizing notice of the neighborhood "I wonder what will come of this trumpery little quarrel? One thing will come of it which I can see already.
From Mr. Bashwood to Miss Gwilt. "Thorpe Ambrose, July 20th, 1851. "DEAR MADAM I received yesterday, by private messenger, your obliging note, in which you direct me to communicate with you through the post only, as long as there is reason to believe that any visitors who may come to you are likely to be observed.
His pledge to Mrs. Milroy to consider their correspondence private still bound him, disgracefully as she had abused it. And his resolution was as immovable as ever to let no earthly consideration tempt him into betraying Miss Gwilt. "I may have behaved like a fool," he thought, "but I won't break my word; and I won't be the means of turning that miserable woman adrift in the world again."
What has become of your curiosity?" he went on, feeding the fire ingeniously with a stick at a time. "Why don't you ask me what I mean by calling Miss Gwilt a public character? Why don't you wonder how I came to lay my hand on the story of her life, in black and white? If you'll sit down again, I'll tell you. If you won't, I shall confine myself to my breakfast." Mr.
Amid all the thickening complications now impending over their heads with the shadow of meditated murder stealing toward one of them already from the lurking-place that hid Miss Gwilt the two sat down, unconscious of the future, with the book between them; and applied themselves to the study of the law of marriage, with a grave resolution to understand it, which, in two such students, was nothing less than a burlesque in itself!
Our people were employed to make the necessary inquiries. Comparison of dates showed that the Scotch marriage if it was a marriage at all, and not a sham had taken place just about the time when Miss Gwilt was a free woman again. And a little further investigation showed us that the second Mrs.
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