"And now," said he, "turn about: I must tell you my
side, much as I hate it. Mine is a beastly story.
You'll wonder how I can sleep. I've told it once
before, Mr. Dodd."
"To Lady Ann?" I asked.
"As you suppose," he answered; "and, to say the truth,
I had sworn never to tell it again. Only, you seem
somehow entitled to the thing; you have paid dear
enough, God knows: and God knows I hope you may like
it, now you've got it!"
With that he began his yarn. A new day had dawned, the
cocks crew in the village and the early woodmen were
afoot, when he concluded.
CHAPTER XXII
THE REMITTANCE MAN
SINGLETON CARTHEW, the father of Norris, was heavily
built and feebly vitalised, sensitive as a musician,
dull as a sheep, and conscientious as a dog. He took
his position with seriousness, even with pomp; the long
rooms, the silent servants, seemed in his eyes like the
observances of some religion of which he was the mortal
god. He had the stupid man's intolerance of stupidity
in others; the vain man's exquisite alarm lest it
should be detected in himself.
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