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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Salamanca</strong> <strong>Corpus</strong>: <strong>Yeoman</strong> <strong>Fleetwood</strong> (<strong>1900</strong>)<br />

"However, I will not have you say I condemn you unheard; therefore, if you have any<br />

explanation to give, let me hear it. I am indeed curious to know what it can be.”<br />

<strong>The</strong>re was a moment's silence — Simon, white to the very lips, returning her haughty<br />

gaze with one more steady, but as proud.<br />

"Come!” she cried, with an impatient stamp of her foot, "let us hear this explanation."<br />

"<strong>The</strong>re is no explanation," said Simon. “If you can believe what you have said — if,<br />

after what has passed between us, you can think of me as you do, Rachel, I will give no<br />

explanation. It is indeed best for us to part now. Since it is your wish that I should keep<br />

our marriage secret, I consent to do so — for the present. But I will make no definite<br />

promise; when I think the time has come for me to speak, be assured that I will<br />

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speak. And now, farewell, my wife, Rachel. Remember that you are my wife, and that<br />

you must henceforth be the guardian of my honour as well as of your own."<br />

Her eyes, which had been fixed upon his face, followed him, as it were involuntarily, to<br />

the door, and watched till it closed behind him. He was half-way down the stairs when<br />

he heard it open again, and he paused, his heart leaping with a sudden almost sickening<br />

hope. He heard her footsteps in the passage, and leaning back against the wall,<br />

trembling and voiceless in his agony of expectation, saw her bending over the balusters;<br />

but the white pitiless face looked past him, and her voice called out with that new<br />

wavering harshness, inquiring of those below if the gentleman had returned from the<br />

coach office yet, and bidding them tell him that Miss Charnock was ready to start on her<br />

journey.<br />

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CHAPTER XXVII.<br />

Ah I who shall hinder me to wail and weep,<br />

To chide my fortune, and torment myself?<br />

I’ll join with black despair against my soul,<br />

And to myself become an enemy.

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