Minchin--the Mrs. Minchin whom Mr. Venables would have come to see
hanged!"
"Hush, Rachel, hush!"
"Then be honest with me--mind, honest--not kind! You would not have said
what Mrs. Venables said to me; she said that all the world believed me
guilty. You would not have said that, Morna; but are you sure you would
not have said it in your heart? Can you look me in the face and tell me
you don't believe it, like all the rest of the world?"
There was no faltering of the firm, sweet voice; it was only unutterably
sad.
And Morna answered it only with a sob, as she flung her arms round
Rachel's neck, while her husband waited with outstretched hand.
CHAPTER XVIII
"THEY WHICH WERE BIDDEN"
The rose-covered cottage of Charles Langholm's dreams, which could not
have come true in a more charming particular, stood on a wooded hill at
the back of a village some three miles from Normanthorpe. It was one of
two cottages under the same tiled roof, and in the other there lived an
admirable couple who supplied all material wants of the simple life
which the novelist led when at work. In his idle intervals the place
knew him not; a nomadic tendency was given free play, and the man was a
wanderer on the face of Europe.
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