Just now he felt that he never wished to see her again.
As he walked on, leaving the village behind him, and emerging on the
great common which stretched between Beechfield and the nearest railway
station--he asked himself whether or no it was possible that she had
genuinely fallen in love with Jack Tosswill?
And then he stayed his steps suddenly. He had remembered the look of
terror, the look of being "found out," which had crossed her face, when
she had realised that he had seen that fatally revealing corner of her
love-letter.
Why had she looked like that? And then, all at once, he knew. It was for
him that Enid Crofton had come to Beechfield, for him, or rather for his
money. He felt hideously disturbed as certain tiny past happenings
crowded on his memory. He felt he would give half his possessions were it
possible thereby to transplant The Trellis House hundreds of miles from
Beechfield.
He threw a rueful thought to Jack Tosswill. Miss Pendarth had been right,
after all. That sort of experience might well embitter the whole of the
early life of such a priggish, self-centred youth; and while he was
chewing the cud of these painful, troubling thoughts there came a woman's
voice out of the darkness.
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