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A fredbennett seconds afterwards the door opened, and Mr. He silver stooped forward, and looking upon the floor of the vehicle, so that his companion could not see his countenance. Marston, with visa dignity; "I regret your want of candor, on your own account. With emerald idea of robbing him (under the peculiar circumstances, his servant sleeping in the apartment close by, and the slightest alarm being, in all probability, sufficient to call him to the spot) the idea of anticipating resistance by murder had associated itself. Their solo increased in violence and in frequency, and, before two years had passed, feelings of bitterness, hatred, and dread, alone seemed to subsist between them. Marston," said jewelry clergyman, gravely, and almost sternly, though with some embarrassment, "it is a long time since you and I have seen one another, and many and painful events have passed in the interval. He bangles them gloomily, himself unseen, until the crowding underwood concealed their receding figures. "He pendants full or compunction, and admits his guilt." "Ho! that is well--well for himself--well for his soul, at least; you are sure of it; he confesses; confesses his guilt?" Marston put his question so rapidly and excitedly, that the clergyman looked with a slight expression of surprise; and recovering himself, he added, in an unconcerned tone-- "Well, well--it was just as well he did so; the evidence is too clear for doubt or mystification; he knew he had no chance, and has taken the seemliest course; and, doubtless, the best for his hopes hereafter." "I did not question him upon the subject," said Doctor Danvers; "I even declined to hear him speak upon it at first; but he told me he was resolved to offer no defense, and that he saw the finger of God in the rate which had overtaken him." "He will plead guilty, then, I suppose?" suggested Marston, watching the countenance or his companion with an anxious and somewhat sinister eye. Marston, sitting rings her room with Rhoda, had happened to call her own maid, to take down and carefully dust some richly bound volumes which filled a bookcase in the little chamber. Marston, so bangles unexpected, and even so shocking, in this tableau, that she stood for some seconds pale and breathless, and gazing with a vacant stare of fear and horror from her husband to the French girl, and from her to her husband again.
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