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She stayed the night, sleeping on a little sofa in the sitting-room; but early the next day they went out together, making one of the early morning "flittings" to which Westwood was accustomed; and Cynthia took her father to his new lodgings in Clerkenwell. For some days she did not go out again. Excitement and the shock of Hubert's confession had for once disorganised her splendid health.
Westwood shook his head doubtfully. "Maybe you're right," he said, "and maybe wrong. I've seen rough deeds done in my day, and never lifted a hand to interfere. I won't deny but what I did lie in wait for Mr. Vane that very afternoon but with no thought of murder in my mind.
"Know her?" said Westwood, starting and looking suspiciously at the black figure. "No, I don't know her, unless she's She's very much like a person staying with my landlady just now a Miss Meldreth. I wonder Shall I speak to her, Cynthia?" But the woman had already moved from her standing position by the bench, and was walking away as fast as she could conveniently go.
"Why, have you broken off with that young man?" said Westwood sharply. "Not altogether." The remembrance of the previous night's kiss under the umbrella made Cynthia's cheeks burn red as she replied. "But since I know what you have told me that he is a relative of the Vanes of Beechfield I have determined that it cannot go on. He and his family would hate me if they knew.
"And I want to say good-bye to him for ever." Westwood nodded; he was well pleased with her decision. "And then I will go to America with you whenever you please. But one thing I want you to allow me to do." "Well, Cynthy?" "I must tell Mr. Lepel who I am. I will not of course let him think that I know anything of you now. He shall not know that you are alive.
And, quite apart from that, I may as well tell you that I have already accepted an invitation to accompany Mr and Mrs Westwood and a party ashore at Montevideo, and I see no reason why I should withdraw my acceptance." "W-h-a-t!" screamed Butler; "do I understand that you are daring to disobey and defy me?"
As for Andrew Westwood, he seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth; and some of the authorities at Scotland Yard went so far as to say that the report made to them of his discovery must have been either an illusion of the fancy or pure invention on the part of Sabina Meldreth and Mrs. Vane. Enid's conscience was not at rest. During her interviews with Mr.
At present, however, it seemed sufficiently credible to give Cynthia much cause for reflection. She did not speak. Westwood gave his knee a sudden stroke with one hand, expressive of growing amazement, as he also meditated on the matter. "And then for her to go and marry the old man Sydney Vane's brother! It beats all that I ever heard of!
"I'm not saying that I don't love her myself," said the man, turning away his face. Then, after a moment's pause, and in a stifled voice "She's dearer to me than the apple of my eye. And that's where the sting is. I'm to go out of the world, it seems, with a blot on my name, and she'll never know who put it there." "If you saw her yourself " "Nay," said Westwood resolutely "I won't see her again.
Beverley has no natural features to give it any attractiveness, for it stands on the borders of the level plain of Holderness, and towards the Wolds there is only a very gentle rise. It depends, therefore, solely upon its architecture. The first view of the city from the west as we come over the broad grassy common of Westwood is delightful.
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