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Page 13
"This plank has been moved."
After a while he came away to look for a spade. He found one, and went
back again. At last a smothered sound made me spring up and rush to him;
but he met me, driving me back.
"I beg of you, dear Miss Dorothy, keep away. Have you a handkerchief
with you?"
I had one, and gave it to him. His hands were covered with earth. He had
only just gone back again when I gave a cry--
"Robert! _It has gone!_"
He came up to me, keeping one hand behind him.
"Miss Dorothy, if ever you were good and brave, hold out now!"
I beat my hands together--"It has gone! It has gone!"
"It has not gone!" he said. "Master Edmund's hand is in this
handkerchief. It has been buried under a plank of the flooring!"
I gasped, "Let me see it!"
But he would not. "No, no! my dear lady, you must not--cannot. I only
knew it by the ring!"
Then he made me sit down again, whilst he replaced the firewood; and
then, with the utmost quietness, we set out to return, I holding the
lantern in one hand, and with the other clinging to his arm (for the
apparition that had been my guide before was gone), and he carrying the
awful relic in his other hand. Once, as we were leaving the yard, he
whispered--
"Look!"
"I see nothing," said I.
"Hold up your lantern," he whispered.
"There is nothing but the dog-kennel," I said.
"Miss Dorothy," he said, "_the dog has not barked tonight!_"
By the time we reached home, my mind had fully realized the importance
of our discovery, and the terribly short time left us in which to profit
by it, supposing, as I fully believed, that it was the first step to the
vindication of George's innocence. As we turned into the gate, Robert,
who had been silent for some time broke out--
"Miss Dorothy! Mr. George Manners is as innocent as I am; and
God forgive us all for doubting him! What shall we do?"
"I am going up to town," I said, "and you are going with me. We will go
to Dr. Penn. He has a lodging close by the prison: I have the address.
At eight o'clock to-morrow the king himself could not undo this
injustice. We have, let me see, how many hours?"
Robert pulled out his old silver watch and brought it to the lantern.
"It is twenty minutes to twelve."
"Rather more than eight hours. Heaven help us! You will get something to
eat, Robert, and put the horses at once into the chariot. I will be
ready."
I went straight up-stairs, and met Harriet at the door. I pushed her back
into the room and took her hands.
"Harriet! Robert has found poor Edmund's hand, _with the ring_, buried
under some wood in Thomas Parker's barn. I am going up to town with him
at once, to put the matter into Dr. Penn's hands, and save George
Manners' life, if it be not too late."
She wrenched her hands away, and flung herself at my feet. I never saw
such a change come over any face. She had had time in the (what must
have been) anxious interval of our absence, for some painful enough
reflection, and my announcement had broken through the blindness of a
selfish mind, and found its way where she seldom let anything come--to
her feelings.
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