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Maid of the Mist

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 1224    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

e thought h

ave her i

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in his mind the question of his o

rew's dead body. But those few strokes of the pen, certifying that this man died as the result of his a

e word from Mollie or young Job might easily do that. The neighbours also had made constant enquiry after Pasley since his accident, and had been given to understand that he was progressing as well as could be

been high, and Wulfrey had never done anything to lower th

how terribly she had suffered, and could comprehend, quite clearly, just how she had

n h

l possibilities, he saw t

d his prospects, but, if it came, it would

f a very different cast and calibre from the other, and

course indefensible. I simply tell you what this

off his consulting-room, and alter the positions of some of the bottles on the shelves; and

administration of a dose of strychnine in mistake for distilled water, in a sleeping-draught compounded by Dr Wulfrey Dale. And he t

the distilled water stood side by side on his shelf. He had come in tired from a long country round. Had remembered the draught to be sent up to the Hall. As to the rest

Tamplin got his letter during the afternoon. As to his own patients, he had run rapidly over them in his own mind, and saw that there was no one vitally demanding his attention. He could not go his rounds and say nothing, and the thought of carrying the news of his

, that he was not married. If he had had a wife and children, they must hav

turned to the world, it was well enough known that she and Pasley had not lived happily together. And though the fault of that was not imputed to her, every man's thought w

was more capable of bearing it than she. In any case he could

? He would have to go away and start life afresh elsewhere. It would have to be somewhere where he was quite unknown, or this thing woul

necessary he could live in quiet comfort, without working, for the rest of his days. But it was hard to break away like this

uestion was whether he should go at once, or

er run from trouble in his life. As a matter of fact he had never until now had any serious

be fought. By his own deliberate act he was labelling himself untrustworthy, and no uttermost striving on his part could rehabi

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