United States or Micronesia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
'It MAY come to that one day, but not yet, said Mr Chester, waving his hand, as though they were the best of friends, and turning away. 'Not yet, Haredale. Life is pleasant enough to me; dull and full of heaviness to you. No. To cross swords with such a man to indulge his humour unless upon extremity would be weak indeed.
'You make me blush, returned his father gaily, 'for the folly of your nature, in which but we never know ourselves I devoutly hope there is no reflection of my own. With regard to the young lady herself, she has done what is very natural and proper, my dear fellow; what you yourself proposed, as I learn from Haredale; and what I predicted with no great exercise of sagacity she would do.
'I ask your pardon, Sir John, said Mr Haredale, declining the proffer with a motion of his hand, 'for having ranked you among the humble instruments who are obvious and in all men's sight. I should have done more justice to your genius. Men of your capacity plot in secrecy and safety, and leave exposed posts to the duller wits.
Some were serious and some made light of it; I don't think anybody believed it real. But, that morning, Mr Reuben Haredale was found murdered in his bedchamber; and in his hand was a piece of the cord attached to an alarm-bell outside the roof, which hung in his room and had been cut asunder, no doubt by the murderer, when he seized it. 'That was the bell I heard.
Although he had had no rest upon the previous night, and had watched with little intermission for some weeks past, sleeping only in the day by starts and snatches, Mr Haredale, from the dawn of morning until sunset, sought his niece in every place where he deemed it possible she could have taken refuge.
'Oh, really you are very, very hard upon our friend! exclaimed Sir John. 'Let Mr Haredale go on, said Gashford, upon whose unwholesome face the perspiration had broken out during this speech, in blotches of wet; 'I don't mind him, Sir John; it's quite as indifferent to me what he says, as it is to my lord. If he reviles my lord, as you have heard, Sir John, how can I hope to escape?
After a short pause, Mr Haredale shouted twice or thrice. Then cried aloud, 'Is there any one in hiding here, who knows my voice! There is nothing to fear now. If any of my people are near, I entreat them to answer! He called them all by name; his voice was echoed in many mournful tones; then all was silent as before. They were standing near the foot of the turret, where the alarm-bell hung.
Mr Haredale following next, eyed his lowering face with no great favour; and Hugh, looking down on him, returned his glances with interest, as they climbed the winding stairs. It terminated in a little ante-room adjoining that from which they had seen the light.
You have just left Emma? 'Yes, sir, just this minute. Father's waiting for me, sir, if you'll please to have the goodness I know. I know, said Mr Haredale. 'Answer me a question. What did you bring here to-day? 'Bring here, sir? faltered Dolly. 'You will tell me the truth, I am sure. Yes.
The search was wholly unsuccessful. Joe had groped along the path a dozen times, and among the grass, and in the dry ditch, and in the hedge, but all in vain. Dolly, who was quite inconsolable for her loss, wrote a note to Miss Haredale giving her the same account of it that she had given at the Maypole, which Joe undertook to deliver as soon as the family were stirring next day.
Word Of The Day