It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful
look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately
acted within its walls. Gay, was a stout,
good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an
oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish
humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd
and sarcastic curl. "I never went to school. “In that laboratory one gets to disregard these passions,” began Capes. But you! Why the devil did you marry her? That's the thing that
confounds me. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the
fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big
portal. Wood, I command you not to stir," vociferated the carpenter's better-half;
"recollect you'll be answerable to me. "Do you take me for as great a villain as yourself, Sir?" said the knight, rising. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’
‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. But
you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county
magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he
aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor—
James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once.
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