For, if the readers
think of it, the poor woman had a great deal to bear.
Frank, into whose mind no glimmer of suspicion against his cousin had yet
entered, and who firmly believed that she had been made a victim because
of the value of her diamonds, and who had a theory of his own about the
robbery at Carlisle, to the circumstances of which he was now at some
pains to make these latter circumstances adhere, was very tender with his
cousin, and remained in the house for more than an hour. "Oh, Frank, what
had I better do?" she asked him.
"I would leave London, if I were you."
"Yes; of course. I will. Oh yes, I will."
"If you don't fear the cold of Scotland----"
"I fear nothing, nothing but being where these policemen can come to me.
Oh!" and then she shuddered and was again hysterical. Nor was she acting
the condition. As she remembered the magistrates, and the detectives, and
the policemen in their uniforms, and reflected that she might probably see
much more of them before the game was played out, the thoughts that
crowded on her were almost more than she could bear.
"Your child is there, and it is your own house.
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