The Crimson Blind by Fred M. (Frederick Merrick) White
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Ever and anon the intense stillness of the night was broken by the
long-drawn howl of one of the hounds. David remembered it for years afterwards; it formed the most realistic chapter of one of his most popular novels. "Heaven only knows," he said. "I have been dragged into this business, but what it means I know no more than a child. I am mixed up in it, and Bell is mixed up in it, and so are you. Why we shall perhaps know some day." "You are not angry with me?" "Why, no. Only you might have had a little more confidence in me." "Mr. Steel, we dared not. We wanted your advice, and nothing more. Even now I am afraid I am saying too much. There is a withering blight over yonder house that is beyond mere words. And twice gallant gentlemen have come forward to our assistance. Both of them are dead. And if we had dragged you, a total stranger, into the arena, we should morally have murdered you." "Am I not within the charmed circle now?" David smiled. "Not of our free will," Ruth said, eagerly. "You came into the tangle with Hatherly Bell. Thank Heaven you have an ally like that. And yet I am filled with shame--" "My dear young lady, what have you to be ashamed of?" Ruth covered her face with her hands for a moment and David saw a tear or |
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