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Excerpt: ...Crayford's conduct with needless irritability. "Why are you staring at me?" he asked. "Why are you looking unlike yourself?" Crayford answered, quietly. Wardour made no reply. He renewed the conversation with Frank. "O ... więcej
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Excerpt: ...Crayford's conduct with needless irritability. "Why are you staring at me?" he asked. "Why are you looking unlike yourself?" Crayford answered, quietly. Wardour made no reply. He renewed the conversation with Frank. "One of the county families?" he resumed. "The Winterbys of Yew Grange, I dare say?" "No," said Frank; "but friends of the Witherbys, very likely. The Burnhams." Desperately as he struggled to maintain it, Wardour's self-control failed him. He started violently. The clumsily-wound handkerchief fell off his hand. Still looking at him attentively, Crayford picked it up. "There is your handkerchief, Richard," he said. "Strange!" "What is strange?" "You told us you had hurt yourself with the ax-" "Well?" "There is no blood on your handkerchief." Wardour snatched the handkerchief out of Crayford's hand, and, turning away, approached the outer door of the hut. "No blood on the handkerchief," he said to himself. "There may be a stain or two when Crayford sees it again." He stopped within a few paces of the door, and spoke to Crayford. "You recommended me to take leave of my brother officers before it was too late," he said. "I am going to follow your advice." The door was opened from the outer side as he laid his hand on the lock. One of the quartermasters of the Wanderer entered the hut. "Is Captain Helding here, sir?" he asked, addressing himself to Wardour. Wardour pointed to Crayford. "The lieutenant will tell you," he said. Crayford advanced and questioned the quartermaster. "What do you want with Captain Helding?" he asked. "I have a report to make, sir. There has been an accident on the ice." "To one of your men?" "No, sir. To one of our officers." Wardour, on the point of going out, paused when the quartermaster made that reply. For a moment he considered with himself. Then he walked slowly back to the part of the room in which Frank was standing. Crayford, directing the quartermaster, pointed to the arched door way in the side...
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