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Benson, Robert Hugh, 1871-1914

"Come Rack! Come Rope!"

It was a hopeless affair, it
appeared to the lawyer, in any case. And now, with this last piece of
tidings, he knew that there was, indeed, nothing to be said except words
of encouragement.
He listened with the same heavy air to Mistress Manners as she said a
word or two as to what must be spoken of to Robin. She was very quiet
and collected, and talked to the point. But he said nothing.
"What is the matter, sir?" she said.
He lifted his eyes to hers. There was still enough light from the
windows for him to see her eyes, and that there was a spark in them that
had not been there just now. And it was for him to extinguish it.... He
gripped his courage.
"I have had worse news than all," he said.
Her lips moved, and a vibration went over her face. Her eyes blinked, as
at a sudden light.
"Yes?"
He put his hand tenderly on her arm.
"You must be courageous," he said. "It is the worst news that ever came
to me. It concerns one who is come from London to-day, and rode in with
my lords."
She could not speak, but her great eyes entreated him to finish her
misery.
"Yes," he said, still pressing his hand on to her arm. "Yes; it is Mr.
Topcliffe who is come."
* * * * *
He felt the soft muscles harden like steel.... There was no sound except
the voices talking in the square and the noise of footsteps across the
pavements. He could not look at her.
Then he heard her draw a long breath and breathe it out again, and her
taut muscles relaxed.


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