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The consequences!" repeated the doctor, getting sternly on his feet, and taking up his hat as if he meant to leave the room. "Have you anything more to say?" asked Miss Gwilt. "Have you any remarks," rejoined the doctor, "to offer on your side?" He stood, hat in hand, waiting. For a full minute the two looked at each other in silence. Miss Gwilt spoke first.
Milroy held up the letter that had been returned to her by the authorities at the Post-office. "Stoop," she said. "Miss Gwilt may be listening at the door. I'll whisper." The nurse stooped, with her eye on the door. "You know that the postman went with this letter to Kingsdown Crescent?" said Mrs. Milroy. "And you know that he found Mrs. Mandeville gone away, nobody could tell where?"
Between ourselves, I have had private opportunities with Miss Gwilt " Midwinter suddenly started to his feet, and opened the door. "We'll talk of this to-morrow," he said. "Good-night." Allan looked round in astonishment. The door was closed again, and he was alone in the room. "He has never shaken hands with me!" exclaimed Allan, looking bewildered at the empty chair.
The doctor after a preliminary look at Miss Gwilt good-humoredly shook his head. "There is nothing to interest you inside," he said. "Nothing but rows of little shabby bottles containing the poisons used in medicine which I keep under lock and key. Come to the kitchen, ladies, and honor me with your advice on domestic matters below stairs."
Where had she gone to? The woman couldn't say. How had she left? On foot. At what hour? Between nine and ten. What had she done with her luggage? She had no luggage. Had a gentleman been to see her on the previous day? Not a soul, gentle or simple, had come to the house to see Miss Gwilt. The father's face, pale and wild, was looking out of the cab window as the son descended the house steps.
It was terribly suggestive of the hold she had taken on him, that his vindictive sense of injury could not get far enough away from her to reach the man whom he believed to be his rival, even yet. In his rage, as in his love, he was absorbed, body and soul, by Miss Gwilt. In a moment more, the noise of running wheels approaching from behind startled him. He turned and looked round. There was Mr.
As things are, I shall have the note presented; and, if it is not paid, I shall instruct my man of business to take the usual course. "Yours, MARIA OLDERSHAW." From Miss Gwilt to Mrs. Oldershaw. "5 Paradise Place, Thorpe Ambrose, July 25th. "MRS. OLDERSHAW The time of your man of business being, no doubt, of some value, I write a line to assist him when he takes the usual course.
Some of these accomplish nothing in the drama. To what end have we so much of Mr. Brock? Others elaborately presented only contribute to the result in the most intricate and tedious way; and in Major Milroy's family there is no means of discovering that Miss Gwilt is an adventuress, but for Mrs. Milroy to become jealous of her and to open her letters. It cannot, of course, be denied that Mr.
Here is Major Milroy doing exactly what an excellent father, at once kind and prudent, affectionate and firm, would do under the circumstances; and by that very course of conduct he has now smoothed the way for me, as completely as if he had been the chosen accomplice of that abominable creature, Miss Gwilt. Only think of my reasoning in this way!
Anyone that wants to get a line on this Exposition ought to read that book, or, at any rate, to glance through it and to read parts of it pretty thoroughly. It is called 'The Architecture of Marcus Vitruvius Pollio. There's a good translation from the Latin by Joseph Gwilt. It has become the architect's bible.
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