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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‘My love for you will teach me, Henry,’ she said simply. ‘Besides, do
not think I am so presumptuous as to suppose I can do it all by myself.
My uncle, Bailey, is an excellent man of business, remember, and our
solicitor will help me. The business may be sold something under value,
perhaps, but I promise I will consent to nothing rash, and all I shall
strive for is to realise the bulk of your money, and transmit it to
you in the Argentine, that you may make a home for me and the children
there.’
‘But it will be exile for life, Hannah. I shall never be able to show
my face in England again, remember.’
‘I only remember that I would rather spend the rest of my life in
the desert with you, Henry, than live without you anywhere,’ replied
Hannah, with a watery smile.
‘And you can feel thus for _me_--a murderer!’ said Hindes, wonderingly.
But she laid her hand upon his mouth.
‘I will not let you call yourself by that name, Henry,’ she said. ‘I
never think of you as such. I begin to believe, as you have sometimes
told me, that it was the effects of an unfortunate accident.’
‘God bless you! God bless you!’ cried the wretched man, bursting into
tears, as she took him in her arms and laid his weary head upon her
faithful bosom.
They talked over the plan she had suggested a little longer, and then
Hannah persuaded him to take some refreshment and to go upstairs to
his own room and rest. But, left alone again, all his fears returned.
The presence of his wife had a magnetic effect upon him, but, as soon
as she had withdrawn, he became a prey to the phantoms raised by his
uneasy conscience. He could not rest in his bed, but kept starting up,
fancying that he heard voices in the hall, or on the stairs, people
inquiring for him, demanding to see and speak with him, forcing their
way up to his bedroom, whilst Hannah tried in vain to bar their ingress.
She, on the contrary, though feeling a little nervous and uneasy at the
story her husband had brought home, fancied she saw a happier future
before them than she had dared to hope for. It was better for them
all, she thought, that matters had come to a crisis, and they were
compelled to leave the country, where they could never again live in
any comfort.
Once Henry was out of England, she would seek an interview with Mr
Walcheren, and ask his forbearance for the sake of her poor children,
who would have their innocent lives stained by the publicity of their
father’s crime. Once her husband was safe, she was sure she could
arrange everything to her own satisfaction, and, when she joined him,
they would begin a new life, unshadowed by fear or deceit.
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