The Guilty River by Wilkie Collins
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time; I saw doubt, I saw anxiety in her face. What was going on at the
mill? I made some domestic inquiries, beginning with her father. Was the miller alive and well? "Oh yes, sir. Father gets thinner as he gets older--that's all." "Did he send you out by yourself, at this late hour, in the boat?" "They were waiting for a sack of flour down there," she replied, pointing in the direction of the river-side village. "Father isn't as quick as he used to be. He's often late over his work now." Was there no one to give Giles Toller the help that he must need at his age? "Do you and your father really live alone in this solitary place?" I said. A change of expression appeared in her bright brown eyes which roused my curiosity. I also observed that she evaded a direct reply. "What makes you doubt, sir, if father and I live alone?" she asked. I pointed to the new cottage. "That ugly building," I answered, "seems to give you more room than you want--unless there is somebody else living at the mill." I had no intention of trying to force the reply from her which she had hitherto withheld; but she appeared to put that interpretation on what I had said. "If you will have it," she burst out, "there is somebody else living with us." "A man who helps your father?" |
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