Before Mrs. Falchion slept that night, she said again: "We will leave
here to-morrow, Justine, for ever."
And Justine replied: "Yes, madame, for ever."
CHAPTER XIX
THE SENTENCE
The next morning Roscoe was quiet and calm, but he looked ten years older
than when I had first seen him. After breakfast he said to me: "I have to
go to the valley to pay Phil Boldrick's friend the money, and to see Mr.
Devlin. I shall be back, perhaps, by lunchtime. Will you go with me, or
stay here?"
"I shall try to get some fishing this morning, I fancy," I said. "And
possibly I shall idle a good deal, for my time with you here is
shortening, and I want to have a great store of laziness behind me for
memory, when I've got my nose to the grindstone."
He turned to the door, and said: "Marmion, I wish you weren't going. I
wish that we might be comrades under the same roof till--" He paused and
smiled strangely.
"Till the finish," I added, "when we should amble grey-headed, sans
everything, out of the mad old world? I imagine Miss Belle Treherne would
scarcely fancy that. . . . Still, we can be friends just the same.
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