'Never mind,' said Mary Matchwell, to herself, and, getting swiftly into
the coach, she gleamed another ugly smile up at the window of The Mills,
as she adjusted her black attire.
'To the Prerogative Court,' said the attorney to the coachman.
'In that house I'll lie to-night,' said Mary Matchwell, with a terrible
mildness, as they drove away, still glancing back upon it, with her
peculiar smile; and then she leaned back, with a sneer of superiority on
her pallid features, and the dismal fatigue of the spirit that rests
not, looked savagely out from the deep, haggard windows of her eyes.
When Toole saw the vehicle fairly off, you may be sure he did not lose
time in getting into the house, and there conning over the papers, which
puzzled him unspeakably.
CHAPTER LXXIV.
IN WHICH DOCTOR TOOLE, IN HIS BOOTS, VISITS MR. GAMBLE, AND SEES AN UGLY
CLIENT OF THAT GENTLEMAN'S; AND SOMETHING CROSSES AN EMPTY ROOM.
'Here's a conspiracy with a vengeance!' muttered Toole, 'if a body
could only make head or tail of it. Widow!--Eh!--We'll see: why, she's
like no woman ever _I_ saw. Mrs. Nutter, forsooth!' and he could
not forbear laughing at the conceit.
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