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ket qua so xo kien thiet ho chi minh

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ket qua so xo kien thiet ho chi minh

"I did not know I had one, sir. So far as I am aware I have not given offence to any within it. I must quit it now." "Oh, indeed! What else would you like to do?" I could no longer keep my tears back; it was of no use trying, and they ran over my checks. "It seems to me, Mr. Chandos, that I am no longer safe in it." "You are perfectly safe, Anne, for you possess in it a powerful protector. One who will not suffer harm to reach you; who will be a shield to you in every assault; who will guard annoyance from you so far as shall be practicable." I knew that he alluded to himself, and thanked him in my heart. But--so far as was practicable! There it lay. If I really had a hidden enemy, who might shield me? Mr. Edwin Barley it could not be; and I fell back to the suspecting of Lizzy Dene. Mr. Chandos began telling off the inmates on his fingers. "There's my mother, Mrs. Chandos, myself, Hill, Hickens; for all these I can answer. Then come the servants. For some of them I can equally answer, Lizzy Dene being one; but I regard them all as honest and trustworthy." "Therefore the uncertain ones are only Mrs. Penn and myself." "And Mrs. Penn is certainly exempted," he rejoined. "For she has been meddled with in an equal degree with any of us." "That leaves only me!" "Just so; only you. But Anne," bending those earnest eyes upon me, "I would answer for you with my life." "If it is not Lizzy Dene that is my enemy, who else can it be?" I exclaimed, foolishly speaking what was in my thoughts. "Why should you think it to be Lizzy Dene more than any one else?" he hastily cried, in a resenting sort of tone. "She can have no cause of enmity against you." There flashed across me that interview with Mr. Edwin Barley. If it was Lizzy Dene who had held it, who was in league with him, no need to search for a motive. "That I have an enemy is indisputable. The letter you have just received and these sovereigns prove it." "Anne, Lizzy Dene could not have written such a letter as this." That he was prejudiced in favour of Lizzy Dene, determined to admit nothing against her, seemed evident; and I let the subject drop. But now the strangest incident was to occur; an alarming incident; nay, it might rather be called a scene. In the minute's silence that had supervened, Mrs. Penn glided into the room without notice. The word "glided" is not inapplicable; she came softly in, scarcely seeming to move, her face scared, her voice sunk to a whisper. "Mr. Chandos! Do you know that there are mounted police outside the house?" He rose from his seat, looking at her as if he thought she must be dreaming. "Mounted police!" he repeated. "They are riding quietly up, three of them; I saw their sabres flash in the starlight. I had gone to the library to get a book for Mrs. Chandos; she having sent to Hill for the key; when I thought I heard a noise as of horsemen, and opened the shutters to look out. Oh, Mr. Chandos! what can they have come for? They once rode up to a house where I was staying, in the same silent manner; it was to make investigations in a charge of murder." I had seen Mr. Chandos turn pale before; you have heard me say so; but I never saw a tinge so livid in man or woman as that which overspread his countenance now. He retained nevertheless his self-possession; ay, and that quiet tone of command which somehow is rarely disobeyed. "You will be so kind as return immediately to Mrs. Chandos," he calmly said to Mrs. Penn. "Close the doors of the east wing as soon as you have entered, and keep her attention amused. She is excitable--as you by this time probably know--and this visit must be kept from her cognizance." Allowing no time for answer or dissent, he took Mrs. Penn by the hand somewhat peremptorily, and watched her go upstairs. Then he stole to the hall-door and put up its bar without noise. As for me, I do not know that I had ever in my whole life felt so sick and frightened. All the past scene at Mr. Edwin Barley's, when the mounted police had come there, recurred to me: and Mr. Chandos's manner completed the dread. I put my hands on his arm; reticence was forgotten in the moment's terror; as he stood listening in the middle of the oak-parlour.


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