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She acted hastily, even ruthlessly, in direct contradiction to her original intentions, but she now felt that she had acted wisely. There could be no doubt in the mind of the keen-witted Smith that Mr. Wrandall had lied; his lips therefore were sealed, not by the declaration, but by her own surprising offer to remunerate.
There wasn't a questionable guest in the house, unless one were to question the right of the dead man's widow to be there and, after all, she was upstairs with the family. Even so, she was a Wrandall remotely, of course, but recognisable. Yes, they counted noses, so to say.
The pronoun 'we' is somewhat general, if you will permit me to say so. Do you expect me to discuss my findings in the presence of Mrs. Wrandall and her counsel?" "Certainly, sir, certainly. You need have no hesitancy on that score. I dare say you came here knowing that what you were to say would go no further than these four walls."
Surely they can't be hounding her now. Her innocence was clearly established at the time. That is why I felt it to be my duty to help her. She went out to her old home, to die or to get well. They must be fools." "I'm just telling you, Mrs. Wrandall, that's all. Maybe you can call 'em off, if you know for a certainty that she's innocent." There was something accusing in his manner.
He had been "kicked out!" "Hello!" called out a sprightly voice from the gathering darkness, and the next moment Leslie joined them. "Have dinner with us to-night, Hetty? Just the three of us. Please do." "No, thank you, Mr. Wrandall. I am getting ready to leave to-morrow. Packing and all that sort of thing." "Did Colonel Castleton tell you that I'm off for New York on Saturday?
There was but one thing for him to do and he did it. He had no case, but he felt that he ought to be paid just the same. Mr. Wrandall would never have paid him, he was sure of that. His game failed. He thinks better of me now than he ever did before, and I have made a friend of him, strange as it may appear." "Oh, I hope so." Sara stroked her cheek gently. "Don't be afraid, Hetty.
Challis Wrandall was one of the most widely known men in New York. But I suppose you know that without my telling you." The girl sank back with a groan. "My God, what have I done? What will come of it all?" "I wish I could answer that question," said the other, taking the girl's hand in hers. Both were trembling.
A single moan escaped her lips a hoarse gasp of pain. "Dearest!" cried Hetty, springing to her side. Sara threw her head up and met her with a cold, repelling look. "Wait!" she commanded. "The time has come when you should know what is in my mind, and has been for months and months. It concerns you. I expect you to marry Leslie Wrandall." Hetty stopped short.
She was half way to him before he awoke to the fact that he was standing perfectly still. Then he started forward, somehow impelled to meet her at least half-way. "You'll forgive me, Hetty, if I have disturbed you." "I was not lying down, Mr. Wrandall," she said quietly. There was nothing ominous in the words, but he experienced a sudden sensation of cold. "Won't you sit down?
"You are so strange. I don't understand " "We have but two or three miles to go," interrupted Mrs. Wrandall. "We must think hard and rapidly. Are you willing to come with me to my hotel? You will be safe there for the present. To-morrow we can plan something for the future." "If I can only find a place to rest for a little while," began the other.
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