That he must know of Rosa’s abrupt departure, and that he must divine its cau, was not to be doubted. Did he suppo that he had terrified her into silenbsp;or did he suppo that she had imparted to any oo Mr. Crisparkle himlf, for instahe particulars of his last interview with her? Mr. Crisparkle could not determine this in his mind. He could not but admit, however, as a just man, that it was not, of itlf, a crime to fall in love with Rosa, any more than it was a crime to offer to t love above revenge.
The dreadful suspi of Jasper, whibsp;Rosa was so shocked to have received into her imagination, appeared to have no harbour in Mr. Crisparkle’s. If it ever haunted Helena’s thoughts or Neville’s, her gave it one spoken word of utteranbsp;Mr. Grewgious took no pains to ceal his implacable dislike of Jasper, yet he never referred it, however distantly, to subsp;a sourbsp;But he was a retit as well as an etribsp;man; and he made no mention of a certain evening when he warmed his hands at the gatehou fire, and looked steadily down upon a certain heap of torn and miry clothes upon the floor.
That he must know of Rosa’s abrupt departure, and that he must divine its cau, was not to be doubted. Did he suppo that he had terrified her into silenbsp;or did he suppo that she had imparted to any oo Mr. Crisparkle himlf, for instahe particulars of his last interview with her? Mr. Crisparkle could not determine this in his mind. He could not but admit, however, as a just man, that it was not, of itlf, a crime to fall in love with Rosa, any more than it was a crime to offer to t love above revenge.
The dreadful suspi of Jasper, whibsp;Rosa was so shocked to have received into her imagination, appeared to have no harbour in Mr. Crisparkle’s. If it ever haunted Helena’s thoughts or Neville’s, her gave it one spoken word of utteranbsp;Mr. Grewgious took no pains to ceal his implacable dislike of Jasper, yet he never referred it, however distantly, to subsp;a sourbsp;But he was a retit as well as an etribsp;man; and he made no mention of a certain evening when he warmed his hands at the gatehou fire, and looked steadily down upon a certain heap of torn and miry clothes upon the floor.
Drowsy Cloisterham, whenever it awoke to a passing resideration of a story above six months old and dismisd by the benbsp;of magistrates, was pretty equally divided in opinion whether John Jasper’s beloved nephew had been killed by his treacherously passionate rival, or in an open struggle; or had, for his own purpos, spirited himlf away. It then lifted up its head, to notibsp;that the bereaved Jasper was still ever devoted to discovery and revenge; and then dozed off again. This was the dition of matters, all round, at the period to which the prent history has now attained.