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Chapter XXIV. Ashes Of Tinder: A Face At The Window

           Hethankedhisstarsthathedidnothavetoconfrontthatpropositionjustnowwhenheneededtothinksomuch.Hewalkedtheflooragain,pretendingtobeinanordinarymood,butsecretlytroubledbeyondtheexpressionofwords.

           Atone-thirtyhewenttoRector’sforlunch,andwhenhereturnedamessengerwaswaitingforhim.Helookedatthelittlechapwithafeelingofdoubt.

           “I’mtobringananswer,”saidtheboy.

           Hurstwoodrecognisedhiswife’swriting.Hetoreitopenandreadwithoutashowoffeeling.Itbeganinthemostformalmannerandwassharplyandcoldlywordedthroughout.

           “IwantyoutosendthemoneyIaskedforatonce.Ineedittocarryoutmyplans.Youcanstayawayifyouwantto.Itdoesn’tmatterintheleast.ButImusthavesomemoney.Sodon’tdelay,butsenditbytheboy.”

           Whenhehadfinishedit,hestoodholdingitinhishands.Theaudacityofthethingtookhisbreath.Itrousedhisirealso—thedeepestelementofrevoltinhim.Hisfirstimpulsewastowritebutfourwordsinreply—“Gotothedevil!”—buthecompromisedbytellingtheboythattherewouldbenoreply.Thenhesatdowninhischairandgazedwithoutseeing,contemplatingtheresultofhiswork.Whatwouldshedoaboutthat?Theconfoundedwretch!Wasshegoingtotrytobulldozehimintosubmission?Hewouldgoupthereandhaveitoutwithher,that’swhathewoulddo.Shewascarryingthingswithtoohighahand.Thesewerehisfirstthoughts.

           Later,however,hisolddiscretionasserteditself.Somethinghadtobedone.Aclimaxwasnearandshewouldnotsitidle.

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