Twenty pounds. Oh, dear! another twenty pounds!"
"Make your mind easy. Unjust laws are a dead letter on a soil so
primitive as ours. I shall talk to Uxmoor and a few more, and no
magistrate will ever summons you, nor jury convict you, in Barfordshire.
You will be as safe there as in Upper Canada. Now then--attend. We leave
for Barfordshire to-morrow. You will go down on the first of next month.
By that time all will be ready: start for Taddington, eleven o'clock. You
will be met at the Taddington Station, and taken to your farmhouse. You
will find a fire ten days old, and, for once in your life, young lady,
you will find an aired bed; because my man Harris will be house-maid, and
not let one of your homicidal sex set foot in the crib."
Miss Gale looked from Vizard to his sister, like a person in a dream. She
was glowing with happiness; but it did not spoil her. She said, humbly
and timidly, "I hope I may prove worthy."
"That is _your_ business," said Vizard, with supreme indifference; "mine
is to be just. Have a cup of tea?"
"Oh, no, thank you; and it will be a part of my duty to object to
afternoon tea. But I am afraid none of you will mind me.
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