Ezra Jennings looked at me with the first appearance of embarrassment

which I had seen in him yet.

"I have no right, Mr. Blake, and no wish," he said, "to intrude myself

into your private affairs. Allow me to ask your pardon, on my side, for

having (most innocently) put you to a painful test."

"You have a perfect right," I rejoined, "to fix the terms on which you

feel justified in revealing what you heard at Mr. Candy's bedside. I

understand and respect the delicacy which influences you in this matter.

How can I expect to be taken into your confidence if I decline to

admit you into mine? You ought to know, and you shall know, why I am

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interested in discovering what Mr. Candy wanted to say to me. If I turn

out to be mistaken in my anticipations, and if you prove unable to

help me when you are really aware of what I want, I shall trust to your

honour to keep my secret--and something tells me that I shall not trust

in vain."

"Stop, Mr. Blake. I have a word to say, which must be said before you go

any farther." I looked at him in astonishment. The grip of some terrible

emotion seemed to have seized him, and shaken him to the soul. His

gipsy complexion had altered to a livid greyish paleness; his eyes

had suddenly become wild and glittering; his voice had dropped to a

tone--low, stern, and resolute--which I now heard for the first time.

The latent resources in the man, for good or for evil--it was hard, at

that moment, to say which--leapt up in him and showed themselves to me,

with the suddenness of a flash of light.

"Before you place any confidence in me," he went on, "you ought to know,

and you MUST know, under what circumstances I have been received into

Mr. Candy's house. It won't take long. I don't profess, sir, to tell my

story (as the phrase is) to any man. My story will die with me. All I

ask, is to be permitted to tell you, what I have told Mr. Candy. If you

are still in the mind, when you have heard that, to say what you have

proposed to say, you will command my attention and command my services.

Shall we walk on?"

The suppressed misery in his face silenced me. I answered his question

by a sign. We walked on.

After advancing a few hundred yards, Ezra Jennings stopped at a gap in

the rough stone wall which shut off the moor from the road, at this part

of it.

"Do you mind resting a little, Mr. Blake?" he asked. "I am not what I

was--and some things shake me."

I agreed of course. He led the way through the gap to a patch of turf

on the heathy ground, screened by bushes and dwarf trees on the side

nearest to the road, and commanding in the opposite direction a grandly

desolate view over the broad brown wilderness of the moor. The clouds

had gathered, within the last half hour. The light was dull; the

distance was dim. The lovely face of Nature met us, soft and still

colourless--met us without a smile.




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