Sir Percival’s spies attacked me on the road to Knowlesbury. One of them came up beside me, and bumped into me with his shoulder. I pushed him away, hard, and he immediately shouted for help. The other man ran up and the two of them held me brtween them. The firt man accusd me of attacking him, and they said they would take me to the police station in the town. What could I do? I couldn’t fight both of them and hope to get away, so i had to go wiyh them. At the police stationt the first man accused me of a violent attack, and the second man said he was a witness. I was locked up until the next magistrate’s court, which was three days away. I could be released on bail, I was told, but how could I, a total stranger in the town, find a responsible person willing to pay money for my temporary freedom? The whole plan was now clear-to get me out of the way for three days, ehile Sir Percival did ehatever was necessary to prevent his secret being discovered At first I was too angry to think clearly. Then I remembered Mr Dawson, the doctor. I had been to his house on my previous visit to Blackwater, so I knew his address. I wrote him a letter,explaining what had happened and begging for his help, and then asked for a messenger to deliver it. Two hours later the good doctor appeared, paid the reqired money and I was set free would doubtless reach Sir Percival within hours. I hurried to the lawyer’s office, where I asked if I could see the copy of the Welmingham marriage register. MrWansborough was a pleasant man and agreed to show me the copy. In fact, he was quite amused. No one had asked to see it since his father (now dead) had locked it away in the office more than twenty years before.
As I opened the register, my hands trembled. I turned the pages to the year and month. I found the names I remembered just before, and just after, the marriage of Sir Percival’s parents. And between these enteies, at the bottom of the page. . .?
Nothing!a gentleman - I shall. not call him by his name. Why should !? It was not his own. I was born with expensive tastes. This man gave me expensive presents. Naturally he wanted something in return - all men do And what did he want? Just a little thing. The key to the church vestry, when my husband back was turned. I liked my presents, so I got him the key. I watched him in the vestry without his knowing, and saw what he was doing. I did not know then how serious a crime it was. I said I would not tell anyone about the marrige he had added to the register if he told me about his private life. He agreed-Why, you will see in a moment,
He said that he only foud out that his parent were not married after his mother death. His father confessed to it and promisd to do what he could for his son. But he died having done nothing. The son came to England and took possession of the property. There was no one to say he could not. In fact, the right person to claim the property was a distant relation away at sea.
Howover, to borrow money on the property, he needed a certificate of his parents marriage. This was a problem - a problem which brought him to Welmingham.
As his pareants had mostly lived abroad and had had no social life in England, who was to say (the priest being dead) that a private marriage had not taken place at Welminghamchruch? His plan was to ther out a page from the marriage register in the year before his birth and destory it. Then he would tell his lawyears in London to get the necessary certificate, innocently referring them to the date on the page that was gone. At least no one could say that his parents were not married.
However, When he saw there was a smell space at the bottom of the page in the right year, he changed his plan and took the opportunity to write in the marriage himself. It took him some time, though, to practise the handwriting and to mix the right colour of ink, so that it looked the same.
After my husband caught me talking secretly to him and after their fight together, I asked my fine gentleman to clear my name and to say there had been nothing between us. But he refused. He wanted everyone to believe something false, so that they would never suspect the truth. He then told me that the punishment for his crime, and anyone who helped him, was life in prison. He frightened me! lf I spoke out, I was just as lost as he was. He than agreed to make me a yearly payment if I said nothing and stayed in Welmingham, where he could always find me and where there was no danger of my making friends and talking. This was hara, but I accepted
Many years later, when my daughter was with me at home, I received a letter from him which mand me very angry. I lost control of myself and said, in her presence, that l could destroy him if l let out his secret. Then one day he came to our house and called her a fool. Immediately she shouted, Ask for my pardon, now or let your secret and destroy your life. My own words! He went white. Then he swore at us. It ended, as you know, by
รัก Percival สายลับโจมตีฉันบนถนน Knowlesbury หนึ่งในนั้นมาฉัน และเข้าฉันชนกับไหล่ของเขา ฉันผลักเขาออกไป แข็ง และเขาตะโกนขอความช่วยเหลือทันที คนวิ่งขึ้น และเขาทั้งสองถือฉัน brtween พวกเขา Firt คน accusd ฉันโจมตีเขา และพวกเขากล่าวว่า พวกเขาจะพาฉันไปสถานีตำรวจในเมือง ฉันสามารถทำอะไร ฉันไม่สามารถต่อสู้กับพวกเขาทั้งสอง และหวังว่าจะได้รับ ดังนั้นฉันได้ไป wiyh พวกเขาได้ ที่ stationt ตำรวจ คนแรกถูกกล่าวหาว่าผมโจมตีรุนแรง และคนสองว่า พยาน ฉันถูกล็อกจนถึงศาลของแขวงถัดไป ซึ่งห่างกัน 3 วัน ฉันสามารถออกประกัน บอก แต่วิธีสามารถฉัน คนแปลกหน้าทั้งหมดในเมือง หาผู้รับผิดชอบเต็มใจที่จะจ่ายเงินสำหรับเสรีภาพของฉันชั่วคราว แผนการทั้งหมดถูกตอนนี้ล้างไปรับออกไปสามวัน ehile รัก Percival ได้ ehatever เป็นสิ่งจำเป็นเพื่อป้องกันความลับของเขาถูกค้นพบเป็นครั้งแรกที่ผมโกรธเกินไปการคิดชัดเจน จากนั้น ผมจำได้นายดอว์สัน แพทย์ ผมเคยไปบ้านบนโปรดก่อนหน้า Blackwater ดังนั้นฉันรู้ที่อยู่ของเขา ผมเขียนเขาจดหมาย อธิบายได้เกิดขึ้น และขอทานสำหรับความช่วยเหลือ และขอให้ผู้ส่งส่งแล้ว สองชั่วโมงหลังดี ๆ ปรากฏ ชำระเงินที่ reqired และผมตั้งค่าฟรีอย่างไม่ต้องสงสัยจะถึงรัก Percival ภายในชั่วโมงนี้ ฉันรีบไปยังสำนักงานของทนายความ ที่ถามถ้า ฉันไม่สามารถดูสำเนาทะเบียนสมรส Welmingham MrWansborough เป็นคนดี และยอมรับที่แสดงการคัดลอก ในความเป็นจริง เขาก็ค่อนข้างขบขัน ไม่ได้ถามดูตั้งแต่พ่อของเขา (ตอนนี้ตายแล้ว) มีล็อกมันอยู่ในสำนักงานมากกว่ายี่สิบปีก่อนAs I opened the register, my hands trembled. I turned the pages to the year and month. I found the names I remembered just before, and just after, the marriage of Sir Percival’s parents. And between these enteies, at the bottom of the page. . .?Nothing!a gentleman - I shall. not call him by his name. Why should !? It was not his own. I was born with expensive tastes. This man gave me expensive presents. Naturally he wanted something in return - all men do And what did he want? Just a little thing. The key to the church vestry, when my husband back was turned. I liked my presents, so I got him the key. I watched him in the vestry without his knowing, and saw what he was doing. I did not know then how serious a crime it was. I said I would not tell anyone about the marrige he had added to the register if he told me about his private life. He agreed-Why, you will see in a moment,He said that he only foud out that his parent were not married after his mother death. His father confessed to it and promisd to do what he could for his son. But he died having done nothing. The son came to England and took possession of the property. There was no one to say he could not. In fact, the right person to claim the property was a distant relation away at sea.Howover, to borrow money on the property, he needed a certificate of his parents marriage. This was a problem - a problem which brought him to Welmingham.As his pareants had mostly lived abroad and had had no social life in England, who was to say (the priest being dead) that a private marriage had not taken place at Welminghamchruch? His plan was to ther out a page from the marriage register in the year before his birth and destory it. Then he would tell his lawyears in London to get the necessary certificate, innocently referring them to the date on the page that was gone. At least no one could say that his parents were not married.
However, When he saw there was a smell space at the bottom of the page in the right year, he changed his plan and took the opportunity to write in the marriage himself. It took him some time, though, to practise the handwriting and to mix the right colour of ink, so that it looked the same.
After my husband caught me talking secretly to him and after their fight together, I asked my fine gentleman to clear my name and to say there had been nothing between us. But he refused. He wanted everyone to believe something false, so that they would never suspect the truth. He then told me that the punishment for his crime, and anyone who helped him, was life in prison. He frightened me! lf I spoke out, I was just as lost as he was. He than agreed to make me a yearly payment if I said nothing and stayed in Welmingham, where he could always find me and where there was no danger of my making friends and talking. This was hara, but I accepted
Many years later, when my daughter was with me at home, I received a letter from him which mand me very angry. I lost control of myself and said, in her presence, that l could destroy him if l let out his secret. Then one day he came to our house and called her a fool. Immediately she shouted, Ask for my pardon, now or let your secret and destroy your life. My own words! He went white. Then he swore at us. It ended, as you know, by
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