Victorian Short Stories: Stories of Successful Marriages by Unknown
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or a magistrate? A magistrate would soon make you tell the truth, my
good woman.' 'There's never the creature born that should get it out of me,' said Norah. 'Not unless I choose to tell.' 'I've a great mind to see,' said Mr Openshaw, growing angry at the defiance. Then, checking himself, he thought before he spoke again: 'Norah, for your missus' sake I don't want to go to extremities. Be a sensible woman, if you can. It's no great disgrace, after all, to have been taken in. I ask you once more--as a friend--who was this man that you let into my house last night?' No answer. He repeated the question in an impatient tone. Still no answer. Norah's lips were set in determination not to speak. 'Then there is but one thing to be done. I shall send for a policeman.' 'You will not,' said Norah, starting forward. 'You shall not, sir! No policeman shall touch me. I know nothing of the brooch, but I know this: ever since I was four-and-twenty, I have thought more of your wife than of myself: ever since I saw her, a poor motherless girl, put upon in her uncle's house, I have thought more of serving her than of serving myself! I have cared for her and her child, as nobody ever cared for me. I don't cast blame on you, sir, but I say it's ill giving up one's life to anyone; for, at the end, they will turn round upon you, and forsake you. Why does not my missus come herself to suspect me? Maybe, she is gone for the police? But I don't stay here, |
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