“Go, both of you!” I whispered hoarsely. “Now—while you can—and I can let you. Now! Now!”
Still Rattray hung back.
I saw him glancing wistfully 杭州按摩保健全套会所 at my great revolver lying on the table under the lamp. I 杭州洗浴按摩服务 thrust it upon him, and pushed him towards the door.
“You go first. She shall follow. You will not grudge me one last word? Yes, I will take your hand. If you escape—be good to her!”
He was gone. Without, there was a voice still calling me; but now it sounded overhead.
“Good-by, Eva,” I said. “You have not a moment to lose.”
Yet those divine eyes lingered on my ugliness.
“You are in a very great hurry,” said she, in the sharp little voice of her bitter moments.
“You love him; that is enough.”
“And you, too!” she cried. “And you, too!”
And her pure, warm arms were round my neck; another instant, and she would have kissed me, she! I know it. I knew it then. But 杭州龙凤妃子阁 it was more than I would bear. As a brother! I had heard that tale before. Back I stepped again, all 杭州养生spa馆 the man in me rebelling.
“That’s impossible,” said I 杭州洗浴一条龙 rudely.
“It isn’t. It’s true. I do love you—for this!”
God knows how I looked!
“And I mayn’t say good-by to you,” she whispered. “And—and I love you—for that!”
“Then you had better choose between us,” said I.
CHAPTER XX. THE STATEMENT OF FRANCIS RATTRAY
In the year 1858 I received a bulky packet bearing the stamp of the Argentine Republic, a realm in which, to the best of my belief, I had not a solitary acquaintance. The superscription told me nothing. In my relations with Rattray his handwriting had never come under my observation. Judge then of my feelings when the first thing I read was his signature at the foot of the last page.
For five years I had been uncertain 杭州夜生活龙凤论坛 whether he was alive or dead. I had heard nothing of him from the night we parted in Kirby Hall. All I 杭州滨江kj的地方 knew was that he had escaped from England and 杭州洗浴桑拿按摩 the English police; his letter gave no details of the incident. It was an astonishing letter; my breath was taken on the first close page; at the foot of it the tears were in my eyes. And all that part I must pass over without a word. I have never shown it to man or woman. It is sacred between man and man.
But the letter possessed other points of interest—of almost universal
interest—to which no such scruples need apply; for it cleared up certain features of the foregoing narrative which had long been mysteries to all the world; and it gave me what I had tried in vain to fathom all these years, some explanation, or rather history, of the young Lancastrian’s complicity with Joaquin Santos 杭州夜生活网 in the foul enterprise of the Lady Jermyn. And these passages I shall reproduce word for word; partly 杭州按摩街 because of their intrinsic interest; partly for such new light as they day throw on this or that phase of the foregoing narrative; and, lastly, out of fairness to (I hope) the most gallant and most generous youth who ever slipped upon the lower slopes of Avemus.