The assassination, as you call it, was, obviously, the vengeance of a kinsman of the injured lady, who no doubt was of good family, upon her seducer. She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair. The chapel was again crowded with visitors, and every eye—even that of Jonathan Wild who had come thither to deride him,—was fixed upon him. "Surely," he added, staring at Rowland, "either I'm greatly mistaken, or it is—" "You are not mistaken, Baptist," returned Rowland with a gesture of silence; "it is your old friend. She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time. "When I went through your trunk that first night, I discovered an envelope filled with manuscripts. She closed her eyes, discerning the divinations he had been up to during her violin concert. There are men in the Lowndean who laugh at him—simply laugh at him. His grey eyes burned under his shaggy eyebrows.
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