rse on him or her who seeks to step between me and the late reparation I have sought to make. Weaker than most men, I have submitted to your will, Margaret,Everton Dres, up to this hour,Nizozemí Dres Dámské, but your reign is over at last,Billige Valencia Drakt, and — and —” The passionate words died away, the feverish energy succumbed, and with one last look into my face,Billiga Belstaff XL500 Replica Jackor, Samuel Pollard fell back upon his pillow, dead.
Chapter 19
A Fatal Delay,Maillot Chiellini.
Would’st thou have that
Which thou esteem’st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting “I dare not,” wait upon “I would,”
Like the poor cat i’ the adage?
MACBETH.
He was to all appearance immediately forgotten. As with mutual consent we all turned and faced each other,Billiga Fitflop Sandaler Herr, Mrs. Pollard with a stern, inexorable look in her dark eye, which, while it held me enchained, caused me to involuntarily lay my hand upon the document which I had hidden in my breast She noticed the movement, and smiled darkly with a sidelong look at her son. The smile and the look affected me strangely. In them I seemed to detect something deeper than hatred and baffled rage,Maillot Grece Pas Cher, and when in a moment later her son responded to her glance by quietly withdrawing from the room, I felt such revolt against their secrecy that for a moment I was tempted to abandon an undertaking that promised to bring me in conflict with passions of so deep and unrelenting a nature.
But the impression which the pain and despair of my dead friend had made upon me was as yet too recent for me to yield to my first momentary apprehensions; and summoning up what resolution I possessed, I took my leave of Mrs. Pollard,Maillot Boateng, and was hastening towards the door,Billiga Belstaff Rayne Blouson Jackor, when her voice, rising cold and clear, arrested me.
“You think, then, that it is your duty to carry this paper from the house, Mr. Barrows?”
“Yes, madam, I do,” was my short reply.
“In spite of my protest and that of my son?”
“Yes, madam.”
“Then upon your head be the consequences!” she exclaimed, and turned her back upon me with a look which went with me as I closed the door between us; lending a gloom to the unlighted halls and sombre staircases that affected me almost with an impulse of fear.
I dreaded crossing to where the stairs descended; I dreaded going down them into the darkness which I saw below. Not that I anticipated actual harm, but that I felt I was in the house of those who longed to see me the victim of it; and my imagination being more than usually alert, I even found myself fancying the secret triumph with which Guy Pollard would hail an incautious slip on my part, that would precipitate me from the top to the bottom of this treacherous staircase. That he was somewhere between me and the front door, I felt certain. The deadly quiet behind and before me seemed to assure me of this; and, ashamed as I was of the impulse that moved me, I could not prevent myself from stepping cautiously as I prepared to descend, saying as some sort of excuse to myself: “He is capable of seeing me trip without assistance,” and as my imaginalinks:
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