Chapter XXIX
MONTAGUE HILL PLAYS THE GAME
The man opened his eyes and looked curiously about him. She had killed him. I have taken bullets and
lived, and even a silver one wouldn’t do much. She was aware of
people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors—
moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the
dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. She makes me feel terribly old-fashioned. "Are you his ghost, then?"
"No—no," answered Jack. I
was grounded for the last two weeks. Jack, who had been lingering near the group, now walked on. ‘I have the means to compel
you. You shall hear from me to-morrow. “I don’t think you realize,” Ann Veronica began again, “that I am rather a
defective human being. He
was clearing up these difficulties by tracing a partially obliterated suture the
Scotchman had overlooked when the door from the passage opened, and
Manning came into his universe. You will be under
the eye of the best friend I have; and if you do not treat that child for what she is
—an innocent angel—I promise to hunt you across the wide world and kill you
with bare hands. ‘Do you at least know how he came to be in a position to cheat Miss Charvill,
and to pass off his wife in her place?’
‘In her place?’ There was no mistaking the boy’s ignorance of this part of the
tale.
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