Gilead Balm, knight errant : $b His adventures in search of the truthCapes, Bernard
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Gilead Balm, knight errant : $b His adventures in search of the truth
Capes, Bernard
Detective and mystery stories, English; English fiction -- 20th century
“My own shadow,” continued the girl--“and I have no choice but to
admit it. If I dare to claim that it no longer represents me, there
are my footsteps among the others reaching to this very moment to give
me the lie. I am what I am, not through any independent purpose of my
own, but because, in common with the common impostors on that long
journey, I have found my soul in the heaven of chivalry which it
revealed to me. I ask you only in charity to believe the word of an
adventuress that, during all these months of my redemption, my
punishment has most lain in my own shameful consciousness of the lie I
had doomed myself to live. To have been honoured by you, to have
shared your confidence, to have acquiesced in moral condemnations, and
to have known all the time that I was utterly unworthy of your
trust--more guileful than the pretenders I helped to expose.”
Her voice faltered and ceased, and for a while there ensued a profound
silence. But in a little she took up again, with a scarce audible
sigh, the burden of her confession:--
“I ask you to believe that, and I ask you to believe that I am even
less wretched in my voluntary self-exposure than I have long been in
my deceit. I have learned to value the truth, and I can speak it at
last.
“Mr Balm, at the time when you engaged my brother, giving him the
chance of his life, we had both long been orphans. We lived together,
and I was wholly dependent on him. He had been educated to the law,
and was a man of brilliant, if undisciplined, talents. He was
ambitious for us both; and with both of us, I think, imagination was
wont to run ahead of discretion. Unfortunately for him the morale of
the firm by whom he was employed, and to whom he acted as head
conveyancing clerk, was none of the best. It confessed itself in
speculative enterprises, which ultimately led to the collapse and
bankruptcy of Broker & Borrodaile. My brother, though morally
innocent, suffered through the disrepute which the firm in its
transactions had brought upon itself. He found it difficult to obtain
a new situation, and before very long we were in a desperate state. It
was then that Mr Plover--who had always believed in Herbert and
sympathised with our misfortunes--came to our assistance, and was the
means of procuring my brother a post such as he had never dreamed of
possessing.
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