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‘
And
was
the
fellow
-
prisoner
his
accomplice
and
a
murderer
,
too
?
But
,
of
course
,
he
gives
a
better
account
of
himself
than
of
his
friend
;
it
is
needless
to
ask
.
This
will
supply
the
rest
of
them
here
with
something
new
to
talk
about
.
Casby
,
Arthur
tells
me
—
’
‘
Stay
,
mother
!
Stay
,
stay
!
’
He
interrupted
her
hastily
,
for
it
had
not
entered
his
imagination
that
she
would
openly
proclaim
what
he
had
told
her
.
‘
What
now
?
’
she
said
with
displeasure
.
‘
What
more
?
’
‘
I
beg
you
to
excuse
me
,
Mr
Casby
—
and
you
,
too
,
Mrs
Finching
—
for
one
other
moment
with
my
mother
—
’
He
had
laid
his
hand
upon
her
chair
,
or
she
would
otherwise
have
wheeled
it
round
with
the
touch
of
her
foot
upon
the
ground
.
They
were
still
face
to
face
.
She
looked
at
him
,
as
he
ran
over
the
possibilities
of
some
result
he
had
not
intended
,
and
could
not
foresee
,
being
influenced
by
Cavalletto
’
s
disclosure
becoming
a
matter
of
notoriety
,
and
hurriedly
arrived
at
the
conclusion
that
it
had
best
not
be
talked
about
;
though
perhaps
he
was
guided
by
no
more
distinct
reason
than
that
he
had
taken
it
for
granted
that
his
mother
would
reserve
it
to
herself
and
her
partner
.
‘
What
now
?
’
she
said
again
,
impatiently
.
‘
What
is
it
?
’
‘
I
did
not
mean
,
mother
,
that
you
should
repeat
what
I
have
communicated
.
I
think
you
had
better
not
repeat
it
.
’
‘
Do
you
make
that
a
condition
with
me
?
’
‘
Well
!
Yes
.
’
