In the course of the day the magistrate did come into her room and the
deposition was taken. Forty-three pounds had been taken from her desk, and
certain jewels, which she described, from her dressing-case. As far as she
was aware, no other property of hers was missing. This she said in answer
to a direct question from the magistrate, which, as she thought, was asked
with a stern voice and searching eye. And so, a second time, she had sworn
falsely. But this at least was gained, that Lord George de Bruce
Carruthers was not looking at her as she swore.
Lord George was in the house for a great part of the day, but he did not
ask to be admitted to Lizzie's room; nor did she ask to see him. Frank
Greystock was there late in the afternoon, and went up at once to see his
cousin. The moment that she saw him she stretched out her arms to him, and
burst into tears. "My poor girl," said he, "what is the meaning of it
all?"
"I don't know. I think they will kill me. They want to kill me. How can I
bear it all? The robbers were here last night, and magistrates and
policemen and people have been here all day." Then she fell into a fit of
sobbing and wailing, which was, in truth, hysterical.
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