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THE HAUNTED MAN |
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"Yes," he answered, fixing his eyes upon her. "Your voice and music are the same to me."
" May I ask you something ?"
" What you will."
" Do you remember what I said, when I knocked at your door last night? About one who was your friend once, and who stood on the verge of destruction ?"
" Yes. I remember," he said, with some hesitation.
" Do you understand it ?"
He smoothed the boy's hair—looking at her fixedly the while, and shook his head.
" This person," said Milly, in her clear, soft voice, which her mild eyes, looking at him, made clearer and softer, " I found soon afterwards. I went back to the house, and, with Heaven's help, traced him. I was not too soon. A very little and I should have been too late."
He took his hand from the boy, and laying it on the back of that hand of hers, whose timid and yet earnest touch addressed him no less appealingly than her voice and eyes, looked more intently on her.
" He is the father of Mr. Edmund, the young gentleman we saw just now. His real name is Longford.—You recollect the name ?"
" I recollect the name."
"And the man?"
"No, not the man. Did he ever wrong me?"
"Yes!"
" Ah ! Then it's hopeless—hopeless."
He shook his head, and softly beat upon the hand he held, as though mutely asking her commiseration.
"I did not go to Mr. Edmund last night," said Milly, — "You will listen to me just the same as if you did remember all?"
" To every syllable you say."
" Both, because I did not know, then, that this really was his father, and because I was fearful of the effect of such intelligence upon him, after his illness, if it should be. Since I have known who this person is, I have not gone either; but that is for another reason. He has long been separated from his wife and son—has been a stranger to his home almost from this son's infancy, I learn from him—and has abandoned and deserted what he should have held most dear. In all that time he has been falling from the
state of a gentleman, more and more, until------" she rose up,
hastily, and going out for a moment, returned, accompanied by the wreck that Redlaw had beheld last night.
" Do you know me ?" asked the Chemist.
"I should be glad," returned the other, "and that is an unwonted word for me to use, if I could answer no." |
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