The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 234: what you’re looking at

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THE RESULT 217 account-book, ‘“‘ here’s the entries of what she has had. Tea, supper, bed, and breakfast.”’ “Which last she didn’t touch though,’ added Kate, ‘““ because she’s so ill.” ‘““ So ill indeed,” observed old Marshall, ‘“‘ that I was called up in the middle of the night to go to the doctor and get her a draught.” “ What o’clock was that?’”’ demanded Mr. Marlow, quickly. “What o’clock?’’ responded the landlord, appearing to reflect, “‘ why, I should think about three in the morning.” “Yes, 1t was just three,” immediately interjected Kate, ‘““ because I had been sitting up with the poor lady.” “ Oh, then decidedly it is not the Mrs. Chandos. I mean,”’ said Mr. Marlow, wonderfully perplexed and bewildered. ‘““And yet that extraordinary likeness which appears to exist —- But I say, is it possible that I could obtain a glimpse of this Mrs. Chandos of yours without giving her any offence, supposing that it is really not the same? ”’ ‘ T will go up and see whether she is dressed,” said Kate. Then suddenly appearing to hesitate, she exclaimed, with a frightened look, “‘ But if it should be the highway-woman alter all — ”’ “Then the sooner we get rid of her the better,” replied old Marshall. ‘‘ Come, this thing must be cleared up for our sakes.” “To be sure, to be sure! ’”’ exclaimed Mr. Marlow. ) “ At all events she can’t eat you, Kate,’’ said her father. “ Well, I will go,” cried the young woman, as if mustering up all her courage. She accordingly issued from the bar-parlour, and, pro- ceeding up-stairs, went at once to Lady Bess’s room. This heroine had risen about half an hour previously, much re- freshed by a sound and uninterrupted sleep. She had nearly finished her toilet, and was just putting on the gown which Kate had supplied her in addition to all other requisite articles of female raiment, when the young woman herself thus made her appearance. “ You needn’t tell me what it is that has brought you,” said Lady Bess, laughing, “ for I see by your countenance that the crisis is at hand.” Miss Marshall forthwith explained everything that had just taken place below; but somewhat apprehensive as to COnnIECOOOkKS (Sc)