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Ait!" said Rendel, trying to speak calmly, feeling that everything was
at stake. "Sir William, can you not tell me----?" Gore feebly shook his
head. "Frank!" cried Rachel, amazed at his persistence. "Oh, don't! Let
me implore you not to ask him anything more. Frank! do you mind leaving
him now? Oh, you must, you must, really. Look at him!" Sir William,
white and exhausted, was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed.
Rendel looked at her face of quivering anxiety as it bent over her
father, then turned slowly and left the room. CHAPTER XVII Rendel came
downstairs, hardly conscious of what he was doing, a wild conflict of
emotion raging in his mind. He shut himself into his study, and tried to
distinguish clearly the threads of motive and conduct that had become so
hideously entangled. It sounds a simple thing, doubtless, as well as a
praiseworthy one, to discover the doer of an evil deed, to convict him,
to bring home to him what he has done, and to prove the innocence of any
other who may be suspected. Such a course, when spoken of in general
terms, gives a praiseworthy and sustaining sense of a duty accomplished
towards society. But it is in reality a much more complicated operation
than we are apt to think. The evildoer, unfortunately for our sense of
righteousness in prosecuting him, is not always one who has unmixed evil
instincts, and nearly every contingency of human conduct becomes, as we
contemplate it, many-sided enough to be very confusing. And it was
beginning to dawn upon Rendel that, although it may fulfil the ends of
abstract justice that the guilty should be exposed and the innocent
acquitted, such an act takes an ugly aspect when the eager pursuer is
himself the innocent man who is to be vindicated, and the guilty one a
weaker and defenceless person who is to be put in his place. "And yet,"
he said to himself bitterly, as he tried to think of it impartially, "if
it were a question of any one else's reputation and not of my own I
should be bound to say who the guilty man was." What was he to do? What
could he do? He did not know how long he had been sitting there when
Rachel came quickly in. "Oh! Frank," she said, with a face of alarm,
"he's very ill. I'm sure he is. I've sent for Dr. Morgan to come at
once. He fainted after you left, and he's only just come round again.
Oh! I am terribly anxious," and she looked at him, her lips quivering,
then put her hands before her eyes and burst into tears. Rende

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