Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft. "I want to speak to Edgeworth Bess myself. “Please don’t be sad. I do not blame you for the act. “MY DEAR MISS STANLEY,” it began,—“I hope you will forgive my bothering you with a letter, but I have been thinking very much over our conversation at Lady Palsworthy’s, and I feel there are things I want to say to you so much that I cannot wait until we meet again. This was the bitterest hour he had ever known. She broke a cobblestone over his head and he was out. Wood bore up with great fortitude against the shock, attended the inquest, delivered his evidence with composure, and gave directions afterwards for the funeral, which took place on the day but one following—Sunday. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. I can’t imagine what possessed you, Veronica. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. But I did hear something else from Leah Goldblum.
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