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Just here a slight incident interrupted the lad's thoughts so suddenly that he sprang to his feet unconsciously his eyes had been fixed on the bell-cord that ran through the entire train to the cab of the locomotive. It had hung a little slack, but all at once this slack was jerked up as though some one had pulled the cord.
After what has happened I cannot stand it that the knowledge should all be mine." But she was already pulling the bell-cord herself, then turned to Alexina blushing and radiant. "I am thirty-eight years old, Alexina; I am not even young, and yet he cares for me." The bell had rung; both had heard the far-off sound of it, but no one answered, maid or man-servant. She rang again.
"What is it you want?" demanded the detective shortly. With the word, the man lunged forward. Divining his movement, Dyke Darrel sank suddenly to the steps, and his assailant plunged headlong from the train! It seemed a terrible plunge into eternity. Not for one moment did the detective lose his presence of mind, however. Straightening, he reached up and grasped the bell-cord.
She begged me to make you comfortable and to tell you she would see you in the morning. You've had a long journey. You must want the comfort of a room and hot water. I'll ring for Old Sam." She crossed the room and pulled an old-fashioned bell-cord, upon which a bell was heard to jangle far away. The old darky reappeared.
A polite pull at the rusty handle of the bell-cord brought no response, and I rang again, a little louder. A chain was rattled and a bolt drawn back. The lid of the black coffin flew open, disclosing, with the suddenness of a jack-in-the-box, a withered old beldam with a large brass key clutched in a hand that trembled violently with palsy.
Leave the room and the house this instant, before I send for a constable and have you taken away?" exclaimed Mrs. Brudenell, violently pulling at the bell-cord. "Mamma, she is insane, poor thing! do not be hard on her," said Lady Hurstmonceux gently; and then turning to poor Nora she answered, in the manner of one humoring a maniac: "Yes, my poor girl, I am the wife of Mr. Herman Brudenell.
"O, you're a-going to call me out, are you? Stop, let me ring the bell for pistols for two. Mr. George sent you here to insult his father, did he?" Osborne said, pulling at the bell-cord. "Mr. Osborne," said Dobbin, with a faltering voice, "it's you who are insulting the best creature in the world. You had best spare her, sir, for she's your son's wife."
Opposite the end of the avenue he saw the two little windows in the second floor; and in his passionate longing he seemed to see Ellen standing there and beckoning. He ran now, and took the stairs three or four at a time. Just as he was about to pull the bell-cord, he heard strange voices within, and paused as though paralyzed.
"Dear love! this depression is only reaction! fatigue! the effect of this damp, dull, dreary room! We will change all this!" said Lyon Berners, cheerfully, as he pulled the bell-cord and rang a peal that presently brought the waiter to his presence. "Are our rooms ready?" shortly demanded Mr. Berners. "Just this moment ready, sir," answered the man, with a bow.
"You'll come al-long too?" she pleadingly asked. "No, dear, I cannot! Your grandmother will, of course, and Miranda." The bell-cord was pulled. "Anna, you must go, else me, I will not!" "Ah, how can I? Dear, dear, you're wasting such golden moments! Well, I'll go with you! Only make haste while I call the others stop!" Their arms fell lightly about each other's neck.
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