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came back with hand extended, and Beale looked at the glittering object on her palm and was speechless.
“Do you see that?” she asked.
He nodded, having no words for the moment, for “that” was a thin gold ring.
“It is a wedding ring,” she said, “and I found it on my finger when I recovered.”
“Oh!” said Beale blankly.
“Was I married?” she asked.
He made two or cheap ghds three ineffectual attempts to speak and ended by nodding.
“I feared so,” she said quietly, “you see I recollect nothing of what happened. The last thing I remembered was Doctor van Heerden sitting beside me and putting something into my arm. It hurt a little, but not very much, and I re ghd outlet member I spoke to him. I think it was about you,” a little colour came to her face, “or perhaps he was speaking about you, I am not sure,” she said hurriedly; “I know that you came into it somehow, and that is all I can recall.”
“Nothing else?” he asked dismally.
“Nothing,” she said.
“Try, try, try to remember,” he urged her.
He realized he was being a pitiable coward and that he wanted to shift the responsibility for the revelation upon her. She smiled, and shook her head.
“I am sorry but I can’t rem cheap ghd straighteners ember anything. Now you are going to tell me.”
He discovered that he was sitting on the edge of the chair and that he was more nervous than he had ever been in his life.
“So I am going to tell you,” he said, in a hollow voice, “of course I’ll tell you. It is rather difficult, you understand.”
She looked at him kindly.
“I k Cheap leopard print ghd now it must be difficult for a man like you to speak of your own achievements. But for once you are going to be immodest,” she laughed.
“Well, you see,” he began, “I knew van Heerden wanted to marry you. I knew that all along. I guessed he wanted to marry you for your money, because in the circumstances there was nothing else he could want to marry you for,” he added. “I mean,” he corrected himself hastily, “that money was the leopard print ghds most attractive thing to him.”
“This doesn’t sound very flattering,” she smiled.
“I know I am being crude, but you will forgive me when you learn what I have to say,” he said huskily. “Van Heerden wanted to marry you—-”
“And he married me,” she said, “and I am going to break that marriage as soon as I possibly can.”
“I know, I hope so,” said Stanford Beale. “I believe it is difficult, but I wil http://leopardprintghds.weebly.com/ l do all I possibly can. Believe me, Miss Cresswell—-”
“I am not Miss Cresswell any longer,” she said with a wry little face, “but please don’t call me by my real name.”
“I won’t,” he said fervently.
“You knew he wanted to marry me for my money and not for my beauty or my heap ghd hair straighteners uk accomplishments,” she said, “and so you followed me down to Deans Folly.”
“Yes, yes, but I must explain. I know it will sound horrible to you and you may have the lowest opinion of me, but I have got to tell you.”
He saw the look of alarm gather in her eyes and plunged into his story.
“I thought that if you were already married van Heerden would be satisfied and take no further steps against you.”
“But I wasn’t already married,” she said, puzzled.
“Wait, wait, please,” he begged, “keep that in your mind, that I w cheap ghd flat iron as satisfied van Heerden wanted you cheap ghd air for your money, and that if you were already married or even if you weren’t and he thought you were I could save you from dangers, the extent of which even I do not know. And there was a man named Homo, a crook. He had been a parson and had all the manner and style of his profession. So I got a special licence in my own name.”
“You?” she said breathlessly. “A marriage licence? To marry me?”
He nodded.
“And I took Homo with me in my search for you. I knew that I should have a very small margin of time, and I thought if Homo performed the ceremony and I could confront van Heerden with the accomplished deed—-”
She sprang to her feet with a laugh.
“Oh, I see, I see,” she said. “Oh, how splendid! And you went through this mock ceremony! Where was I?”
“You were at the window,” he said miserably.
“But how lovely! And you wer cheap ghd wide plate straighteners e outside and your parson with the funny name–but that’s delicious! So I wasn’t married at all and this is your ring.” She picked it up with a mocking light in her eyes, and cheap ghd straighteners £50 held it out to him, but he shook his head.
“You were married,” he said, in a voice which was hardly audible.
“Married? How?”
“Homo was not a fake! He was a real clergyman! And the marriage was legal!”
They looked at one another without speaking. On the girl’s part there was nothing but pure amazement; but Stanford Beale read horror, loathing, consternation and unforgiving wrath, and waited, as the criminal wai cheap ghd straighteners next day delivery ts for his sentence, upon her next words.
“So I am really married–to you,” she said wonderingly.
“You will never forgive me, I know.” He did not look at her now. “My own excuse is that I did what I did because I–wanted to save you. I might have sailed in with a gun and shot them up. I might have waited my chance and broken into the house. I might have taken a risk and surrounded the place with police, but that would have meant delay. I didn’t do the normal things or take the normal view–I couldn’t with you.”
He did not see the momentary tenderness in her eyes, because he was not looking at her, and went on:
“That’s the whole of the grisly story. Mr. Kitson will advise you as to what steps you may take to free yourself. It was a most horrible blunder, and it was all the more tragic because you were the victim, you of a leopard ghd straighteners ll the persons in the world!”
She had put the ring down, and now she took it up again and examined it curiously.
“It is rather–quaint, isn’t it?” she asked.
“Oh, very.”
He thought he heard a sob and looked up. She was laughing, at first silently, then, as the humour of the thing seized her, her laugh rang clear and he caught its infection.
“It’s funny,” she said at last, wiping her eyes, “there is a humorous side to it. Poor Mr. Beale!”
“I deserve a little pity,” he said ruefully.
“Why?” she asked quickly. “Have you committed bigamy?”
“Not noticeably so,” he answered, with a smile.
“Well, what are you going to do about it? It’s rather serious when one thinks of it–seriously. So I am Mrs. Stanford Beale–poor Mr. Beale, and poor Mrs. Beale-to-be. I do hope,” she said, and this time her seriousness was genuine, “that I h ghd straighteners ave not upset any of your plans–too much. Oh,” she sat down suddenly, staring at him, “it would be awful,” she said in a hushed voice, “and I would never forgive myself. Is there–

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