Charles Tyrrell; or, The Bitter Blood. Volumes I and IIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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Charles Tyrrell; or, The Bitter Blood. Volumes I and II
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Murder -- Fiction
Turning short to the right, before he reached Harbury-hill, at the
distance of about three miles from the park, he entered the woods
which surrounded the dwelling of Captain Long; but, avoiding that
house, he followed the left-hand path, which kept close to the edge of
the wood, till it brought him into one of those long ravines, which,
as we have said, ran down here and there to the seashore.
Following this, he was soon upon the beach, and walking rapidly on,
under the cliffs, so as to be as much in shade as possible, he reached
the house of good John Hailes, the fisherman, and knocked gently at
the door.
"Who is there?" said a voice from within, without opening the door.
"What do you want, at this time of night?"
"It is I, Hailes. It is I," said Charles Tyrrell "Let me in, quick."
The door was immediately opened, and closed as soon as Charles Tyrrell
had entered. He now found himself once more in the fisherman's
cottage, surrounded by the family group that he had left there, but
with the sad absence of the mother.
"Thank you, Hailes, thank you," he said, shaking the honest fisherman
by the hand, "thank you for all that you have done for me. But,
indeed, indeed, I am grieved that your wife should put herself in such
circumstances, on my account."
"You are out, you are out!" said Hailes, "and that's quite enough.
Here you are a free man upon the seashore, and they'll not keep her in
above a day. My neighbour's wife'll take care of the babies, and I'm
sure the ladies up at the house will be kind to them. But I thought
Master Morrison was coming with you."
"He will be here in a short time, Hailes, I trust," replied Charles
Tyrrell; "he is only waiting for Miss Effingham."
"Ay, I thought how it would be," said Hailes; "I thought she would not
let you go alone. But none of us'll be obliged to stay in foreign
parts long."
"Why, my poor fellow, what chance is there of your returning?" said
Charles Tyrrell. "I'm afraid you do not understand the law upon that
matter. You'll be looked upon quite as guilty as the other, for in
such cases the law makes no distinction. But has there been no inquiry
made yet? Has there been no examination into the affair; if not, why
have you not both of you, got away sooner?"
"Why, as to this business," replied Hailes, "there has been no inquiry
at all yet, and I could get away when I liked; but then, you see,
they're watching him there like cats, about that smuggling business.
They well know I had nothing to do with it, and could pay nothing if
they were to skin me; but they think if they can once get him into the
exchequer they'll squeeze him till he's as dry as the skin of a
dog-fish; so he cannot walk a step without having some ill-looking
fellow at his heels in a minute, and he dare not put out his boat for
fear of their being after him."
"And where is Miss Longly?" demanded Charles Tyrrell. "I wish to God
we could persuade Morrison, before we go, to think differently of her
conduct."
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