The Hampstead mystery: a novel. Volume 3 (of 3)Marryat, Florence
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The Hampstead mystery: a novel. Volume 3 (of 3)
Marryat, Florence
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‘Yes, that’s right,’ he answered roughly; ‘think of the children and
yourself before me. And it’s all your fault, from beginning to end. Who
was it urged me to confess my sins and obtain forgiveness for them? Who
was it said that, if I humiliated myself, Heaven might have mercy on
Wally and give us back his health in exchange?’
‘And so He has!’ said Hannah, joyfully. ‘He _has_ accepted the painful
effort you have made, Henry, and rewarded it by giving us this fresh
hope of the boy’s recovery. Oh! my poor husband! have I been harsh to
you? I did not mean it! I was only shocked to think of the danger you
ran! But have no fear, dearest! I feel sure that God, who put it into
your heart to confess, will not let it lead you to public disgrace.
Frederick Walcheren will not betray your secret. I am sure of it! Let
_me_ go to him, Henry, and plead to him for mercy and forbearance in
the name of myself and my little children. I feel certain he will not
refuse me, if it were only for dear Jenny’s sake, and my great love for
her.’
‘No, no!’ said Hindes, hoarsely; ‘you must do no such thing! You don’t
know him. He would spurn you from him. A woman cannot realise a man’s
feelings in such a matter. He loved her--he must feel like a wild
beast deprived of his prey. He would tread on you, or anyone who stood
in his path. He is thirsting for his revenge! He told me so, and when
I craved him for mercy in your name and the children’s, he only asked
what mercy I had shown him. Hannah! it is useless to ignore the fact.
My doom is fixed! If it is not the gallows, it is public and utter
disgrace.’
All the woman rose in Hannah’s breast at these words, and the man
before her was one to be protected and solaced and thought for.
‘It shall be neither, my dearest,’ she answered firmly; ‘only trust to
me. I have pondered over the difficulties that might happen in your
case, Henry, and I think I have found a way out of them. You are tired
and worn out with misery and suspense, my poor love. Let me think
for you. You must go to your room now, and try to rest. I will bring
you some dinner myself, for you mustn’t let the servants see you in
this state. I will sit up to-night, and get your clothes ready, and
pack your portmanteau, and to-morrow, instead of going to the city,
you shall take the train for Liverpool, and the first steamer for the
Argentine Republic. _There_ you will be safe from English laws, and
pursuit will be useless. As soon as you are fairly off, I will wind up
your affairs, and join you with the children. Trust everything to me.
Only look after your own safety.’
Henry Hindes raised his tear-stained face from the sofa cushions, and
stared at his wife.
‘_You!_’ he exclaimed, wonderingly. ‘_You_ will undertake to do all
this? But you have never been used to business in your life, Hannah.
How do you propose to take such a burden on your shoulders, and to
accomplish it?’
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