At nine o'clock, the
sheriffs arrived, followed by their officers and javelin-men. "Shir Rowland Trenchard's affair—
eh?"
"That's it," rejoined Jonathan; "I expect him here every minute. She still had her letter of credit. ‘Sir?’ enquired the lad. ‘I have an
excellent excuse to remain comfortably ensconced in my parlour here, able to
indulge in my favourite pastime. He was
brooding over her, she could sense it, and the shadowy
circles around his lovely dark eyes bespoke a terrible
ongoing insomnia. I shall
start at the bottom. It is the worst of talk under
such social circumstances that it is always getting cut off so soon as it is
beginning; and I went home that afternoon feeling I had said nothing—literally
nothing—of the things I had meant to say to you and that were coursing through
my head. He would have to sit down here in Canton and wait, perhaps for weeks. I'm trying to
make you see the worldly point of view, which always inclines toward the evil
side of things. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one
alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. "Call as you please, beloved girl," he cried, "I will not stir till I am answered. ’
‘Don’t count on it. Kneebone and Mr. C below.
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