Agnes . l in his voice. It is all clear to me;the cause is lost, and Sir Hoger will have the boyat all risks. He has sent some one to steal himaway But Tom T Agnes said, wondering; and thenit all rushed upon her like a revelation. Nobodycould be a better messenger than Tom, who wasas good a Trevelyan as little Walter, and whow^as Walters uncle, as he had dared to say, thoughnot through her, as she had supposed him to the truth flashed upon her, Agness firstthought, even in the midst of her trouble, was of Self-betrayal 193 lier father, thus enlightened and put her han
Agnes . l in his voice. It is all clear to me;the cause is lost, and Sir Hoger will have the boyat all risks. He has sent some one to steal himaway But Tom T Agnes said, wondering; and thenit all rushed upon her like a revelation. Nobodycould be a better messenger than Tom, who wasas good a Trevelyan as little Walter, and whow^as Walters uncle, as he had dared to say, thoughnot through her, as she had supposed him to the truth flashed upon her, Agness firstthought, even in the midst of her trouble, was of Self-betrayal 193 lier father, thus enlightened and put her hands together on his arm, andclasped it tight, with one of those bitter caresses?which people give each other when both are inmortal pain; and then she quickened her pacewithout knowing it, hurrying on she could nottell where, into the darkness and the night, whereTom, whom she had repulsed and repelled, andyet who was doubly connected with her, hadcarried awav her bov. TOL. III. CHAPTER XIIL The T would be pain to follow eveiy de-tail of the fruitless search for Walterwhich the father and daughter first step of all^ after the firstpanic which led Agnes, even against her convic-tions and reason, to haAC the village, and thepond, and every dangerous spot in the neigh-bourhood searched and investigated, was to ad-vertise Mr. Charlton of what had happened. Jackcame down instantly full of sympathy, but it waswith a kind of horror which she could not ex-plain, and Avhich she even knew to be unjust,that Mrs. Trevclyan looked at him. Somehowhis unanswered letter, which was still lying aboutsomewhere at the mercy of anyone who chose toread it, was identified in her mind with her boysdisappearance. No doubt the idea Avas foolish,because, whatever her occupations had been, itwould not have occurred to her on that peaceful The Search. 195 afternoon^ Trlien eveiytliing was precisely as usual,to put her boy under surveillance; and yet,perhaps, the sentiment was natui^al enou
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