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
Behind that group, at a little distance, came a young gentleman in the
undress of the naval service; but the moment his eyes fell upon
Charles Tyrrell, he hastened up to the group which had gone on before
him, and had passed it by a step or two, before they reached the
church. The young baronet instantly recognised him as the lieutenant
commanding the cutter, with whom he had been brought in contact
several times before. From what had passed between himself and the
master of the schooner on the preceding night, he felt sure that the
meeting between them was likely to produce painful results, and he
nerved his mind for the worst.
"Dear Lucy," he said rapidly, and in a low voice, "I am afraid we must
not attempt to pursue our flight farther; but do not be alarmed, dear
girl; remember I have it now, I trust, in my power to prove myself
innocent beyond all doubt."
Before she could answer him, the young officer had approached, and
walking straight up to Charles Tyrrell, he bowed with a courteous and
gentlemanly air, saying:--
"I must not say that I am glad to see you, Sir Charles Tyrrell, for I
am afraid that a very painful duty must devolve upon me in
consequence."
Charles returned his bow, and replied gravely:--
"Not so painful to me, sir, perhaps, as you imagine; for a very
extraordinary circumstance has just taken place, which greatly alters
the complexion of my affairs."
"Anything which renders them better, sir," replied the officer, "of
course, must be satisfactory to me. I need not tell you, Sir Charles,
that, from all I know of you, I feel perfectly certain that you are
innocent of that which is laid to your charge, but, at the same time,
it becomes my duty, on recognising you, to carry you back to the place
from which you have made your escape."
Lucy looked up with anguish in Charles Tyrrell's countenance,
saying:--
"Oh, Charles, Charles, is it to end in this?"
"Do not be alarmed, dear Lucy," he said; "remember in how much better
a situation I am now placed, than when we came away; but I must
endeavour, as far as possible, to obtain for you, protection, comfort,
and assistance, till we meet again."
"Oh, let me go with you," exclaimed Lucy; "do not, do not part with
me, Charles; I must not, I cannot be separated from you now!"
"Dearest Lucy," he said, "it will but be for a short time. You are
already too much fatigued; you are wet, you are ill, you are unable to
bear a long journey under such circumstances."
By this time the clergyman had paused, and was looking on at what took
place with some degree of interest, and two or three of the sailors
and fishermen had gathered round, while the rest carried the body into
the church.
"Will you allow me to ask you one question, sir?" said Charles,
turning to the officer. "Am I, or am I not right, in supposing that I
have just now seen in that church, the body of Lieutenant Hargrave?"
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