The Impending Sword: A Novel (Vol. 3 of 3) — John Shaqi
The Impending Sword: A Novel (Vol. 3 of 3)Yates, Edmund
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The Impending Sword: A Novel (Vol. 3 of 3)
Yates, Edmund
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'By Jove, Bess,' said Jenkins, laying his hand upon his wife's
shoulder, holding her at a little distance from him, and looking into
her face with an expression of strange mingled suspicion, curiosity,
and amusement, 'it is Warren, and he has been up to his game with her
in London--it must be, you know; but I am precious glad he has come
back, though why he should not have let me know he is back, I cannot
tell. However, his being here at New York gets me out of a devil of a
mess that I should have been very much puzzled how to get out of
myself; though I will tell you what it is,' he continued, drawing her
close to him and kissing her fondly, 'I would have got into it ten
times over, and trusted to my own luck, or the devil's own luck, to
get out of it, for the relief the sight of your face gave me, and when
I found there was nothing wrong with you.'
'But what brought you here, Eph, and how came you to think there was
anything wrong with me?'
His wife was not to be won from her uneasiness, or diverted from her
wish to understand precisely what had occurred, by even the
affectionate assurance which was so dear to her, and she reiterated
her question very earnestly.
'We shall have very little uninterrupted time, Eph,' she said;
'awful things have happened here. Mr. Griswold has been murdered in
England--you must have seen all about it in the papers?'
'No, I didn't; I should have known the meaning if I had, on account of
Warren as well as on account of you, Bess; for I haven't forgot, and I
don't mean to, how kind Mrs. Griswold has been to you. Poor thing, she
is awfully cut up, I suppose.'
'She's just heartbroken, Eph, and the police are coming here presently
to make her tell all she knows, poor soul; and as I was saying to
Nelly--to Clara, I mean--just now, that's not much, for they do say
Mr. Griswold was the closest man in New York about his affairs; and I
must leave you then and go to her; so you must tell me as much as you
can as quick as you can. Take off that great heavy coat, Eph, and that
hat, and sit down.'
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