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A Crooked Path

by Alexander Mrs.

Mystery & Thrillers » Mystery

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The London season had not yet reached its height, some years ago, beforethe arch admitting to Constitution Hill had been swept back to make roomfor the huge, ever-increasing stream of traffic, or the plebeian 'bushad been permitted to penetrate the precincts of Hamilton Place. It wasthe forenoon of a splendid day, one of the earliest of June, and at thathour the roadway between the entrance to Hyde Park and the gate thensurmounted by the statue of the Duke of Wellington on his drooping steedwas comparatively free, when two gentlemen coming from oppositedirections recognized each other, and paused at the gate of ApsleyHouse--the elder, a stout, florid man of military aspect, middle age,and average height, with large gray mustache and small, slightlybloodshot eyes; the younger, who was tall and bony, might have beenthirty, or even forty, so grave and sedate was his bearing, although hiserect carriage, elastic step, and clear keen dark eyes suggested earliermanhood.

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...pounds you are to pay me next week. " Andshe flew out of the room. "Mrs. Liddell sat down with a sigh, and read the note which caused thisexcitement:"DEAR MRS. LIDDELL, --Do help me in a dilemma! We have a box forMiss St. Germaine's benefit matinee to-morrow, and Lady Alice Mordauntwants to come with Fanny and Bea. You know she is not out yet. Now I amengaged to go with Florence to Lady McLean's garden party at Twickenham. So may I _depend_ on you to come and chaperon them? If it were my owngirls only, they could go with Ormonde or any one. But Lady Alice is tobe escorted to our house by that incarnation of propriety, Mr. Errington; so they must have a chaperon. I therefore depend on you. Luncheon at 1. 30. Do not fail. Ever yours affectionately. E. BURNETT. "Mrs. Liddell folded up the epistle and placed it in its envelope; thenshe sat musing. How cruel it would be to break this butterfly on thewheel of bitter circumstance! It would be irrational, she thought, "toexpect the strength...