This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872 Excerpt: ...I mean to telegraph to Temple Masters." "You--but mamma" "Oh! I would n't shock Mrs. Rushington by letting her know anything about it for the world. She won't expect us down till tea-time; that gives us a clear hour. I shall go to the station myself; I can do it, if I run, in a quarter of an hour. I shall wait there ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872 Excerpt: ...I mean to telegraph to Temple Masters." "You--but mamma" "Oh! I would n't shock Mrs. Rushington by letting her know anything about it for the world. She won't expect us down till tea-time; that gives us a clear hour. I shall go to the station myself; I can do it, if I run, in a quarter of an hour. I shall wait there till I get his answer back. If he's not at his chambers I sha'n't get an answer, but he 'l1 have my message as soon as he comes home; then he 'l1 be down tomorrow, and we shall have Audley out of prison, to a certainty, before long." As she spoke, Beatey was wrapping herself up in a waterproof cloak, putting on her garden hat and a thick veil. Milly was almost too scared to help her. If only mamma knew, she would never forgive such a breach of the proprieties as was involved in a young lady going out alone after nightfall; but Beatey reassured her by telling her that mamma never would know. "Just lie down and rest while I am gone. I wish I'd time to stay and bathe your poor head with eau-de-Cologne. Never mind, if I get an answer from Temple, that will do you more good than anything." Milly did as she was told, and lay down. She was so thoroughly miserable, that all her usual quiet self-assertion and independence had left her. She was content to let Beatey take the lead, and direct and manage everything; but there was just one little gleam of comfort in all this misery. It was utterly impossible that Audley should be guilty of the greater crime imputed to him, and therefore she was convinced that he was innocent of the minor offence laid to his charge. It was a very feminine, a very illogical way of reasoning, but just now it was very convincing to Milly. By good fortune, Temple Masters was in his chambers that even...
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