"
"You are very good; but what should I do with them?"
"Sell them."
"Who'd buy them? And before a week was over I should be in prison, and in
a couple of months should be standing at the Old Bailey at my trial. I
couldn't just do that, my dear."
"What will you do for me? You are my friend--ain't you?" The diamond
necklace was not a desirable possession in the eyes of Lord George de
Bruce Carruthers; but Portray Castle, with its income, and the fact that
Lizzie Eustace was still a very young woman, was desirable. Her prettiness
too was not altogether thrown away on Lord George, though, as he was wont
to say to himself, he was too old now to sacrifice much for such a toy as
that. Something he must do, if only because of the knowledge which had
come to him. He could not go away and leave her, and neither say nor do
anything in the matter. And he could not betray her to the police.
"You will not desert me," she said, taking hold of his hand, and kissing
it as a suppliant.
He passed his arm round her waist, but more as though she were a child
than a woman, as he stood thinking. Of all the affairs in which he had
ever been engaged, it was the most difficult.
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