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She stood there, with her hand pressed on her breast, looking out absently on the murky London view of house roof and chimney, while Sir Patrick opened the letter. It is necessary to the right appreciation of events, that other eyes besides Sir Patrick's should follow the brief course of the correspondence in this place. From Anne Silvester to Geoffrey Delamayn. WINDYGATES HOUSE. August 19, 1868.
And yet whatever it be, these men cry still that nothing ought to be changed: that men's minds are well satisfied herewithal: that the Church of Rome, the Church which cannot err, hath decreed these things. For Silvester Prierias saith, that the Romish Church is the squire and rule of truth, and that the Holy Scripture hath received from thence authority and credit.
Mother, Mother!" he cried to the stately Queen of Heaven who, with Her true Son long ago in Her arms, looked down on him from Her bracket no more than that. But he was still again this morning, and celebrated Saint Silvester, Pope and Martyr, the last saint in the procession of the Christian year, with tolerable equanimity.
For Peter the spiritual world had an interpretation and a guarantee in the outward events he had witnessed. He had handled the Risen Christ, the external corroborated the internal. But for Silvester it was not so.
This is even more interesting, Miss Silvester, than you suppose. I myself heard Mr. Speedwell warn Delamayn that he was in broken health, when we were visiting together at Windygates House last month. Did he do as the other men wished him? Did he speak to the surgeon?" "No. He sulkily refused he remembered what you remember.
All sorts of responsibilities which I never bargained for are thrust on my shoulders. Not a single familiar face meets me among all these fine people. Do you know any body here?" "I have one friend at Windygates," said Arnold. "He came here this morning, like you. Geoffrey Delamayn." As he made the reply, Miss Silvester appeared at the entrance to the summer-house.
I had not spoken five words on our side of the question before it appeared, to my astonishment and delight, that Captain Newenden was in the house on the very question that had brought me into the house the question of you and Miss Silvester. My business, in the interests of my niece, was to deny your marriage to the lady.
And the other codicil remains unsigned until the lawyer can produce Miss Silvester. He has left the house to apply to Geoffrey at Fulham, as the only means at our disposal of finding the lady. Some hours have passed and he has not yet returned." "It is useless to wait for him," said Sir Patrick. "While the lawyer was on his way to Fulham, Lord Holchester's son was on his way to Portland Place.
Here is news of Miss Silvester, Duncan," continued Sir Patrick, when the messenger had gone. "She has been traced to Glasgow." "Glasgow is a large place, Sir Patrick." "Yes. I am the last man in the world, I hope, to shrink from accepting my fair share of any responsibility. But I own I would have given something to have kept this telegram out of the house.
Anne repeated the question in louder tones: "Is that you?" There was the certain prospect of alarming her, if some reply was not given. There was no help for it. Come what come might, Arnold answered, in a whisper: "Yes." The door was flung wide open. Anne Silvester appeared on the threshold, confronting him. "Mr. Brinkworth!!!" she exclaimed, standing petrified with astonishment.
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