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Blind Love

The Prologue 7

Word Count: 764    |    Released on: 18/11/2017

! With my hat in her hand!!! Sergeant, there has been som

stone, your honour. The y

s of responsibility, stood his ground and looked at Sir Giles. His face confessed that the Irish sense of humour was tickled: but he showed no int

please, with the prisoner

esponsible - as knight, banker, and magistrate into the bargain. "I will be an

lute. His gallantry added homage to the young lady under the form o

to receive an explanation. What does this improp

ellow had no ill-will towards you - who had risked everything to save your nephew's

d colour, and with tears in her eyes. His sense of his own social importance was wounded to the quick. "Who is the man you are speaking o

y. "Undo the harm that you have done already. Your help - oh, I mean wh

of respect. He took his watch from his pocket, and consulted it satiricall

ou mus

Henley, that the last train sta

er? You are rich eno

was summoned by a peremptory ring of the bell. "Attend Miss Henley to the house," he said. "You may come to your

ady as usual at nine o'clock. Sir Gi

he had gone upstairs to make the necessary investigation in her own person. Miss Henley was not in her room; the maid was not in her room; the beds had not be

hey had their travelling-bags with them; and Miss Henley had left directions that the luggage was to be pl

tive which had led to her departure. "Her father has done with her already," he said; "and I have done with her now."

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“SOON after sunrise, on a cloudy morning in the year 1881, a special messenger disturbed the repose of Dennis Howmore, at his place of residence in the pleasant Irish town of Ardoon. Well acquainted apparently with the way upstairs, the man thumped on a bed-room door, and shouted his message through it: “The master wants you, and mind you don’t keep him waiting.” The person sending this peremptory message was Sir Giles Mountjoy of Ardoon, knight and banker. The person receiving the message was Sir Giles’s head clerk. As a matter of course, Dennis Howmore dressed himself at full speed, and hastened to his employer’s private house on the outskirts of the town.”