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Las aventuras de Sherlock Holmes
The Adventure of the Noble Bachelor
Capítulo 10, Página 26
“Pray
make
no
apology
to
me,”
said
Lord
St.
Simon
bitterly.
“Oh,
yes,
I
know
that
I
have
treated
you
real
bad
and
that
I
should
have
spoken
to
you
before
I
went;
but
I
was
kind
of
rattled,
and
from
the
time
when
I
saw
Frank
here
again
I
just
didn’t
know
what
I
was
doing
or
saying.
I
only
wonder
I
didn’t
fall
down
and
do
a
faint
right
there
before
the
altar.”
“Perhaps,
Mrs.
Moulton,
you
would
like
my
friend
and
me
to
leave
the
room
while
you
explain
this
matter?”
“If
I
may
give
an
opinion,”
remarked
the
strange
gentleman,
“we’ve
had
just
a
little
too
much
secrecy
over
this
business
already.
For
my
part,
I
should
like
all
Europe
and
America
to
hear
the
rights
of
it.”
He
was
a
small,
wiry,
sunburnt
man,
clean-shaven,
with
a
sharp
face
and
alert
manner.
“Then
I’ll
tell
our
story
right
away,”
said
the
lady.
“Frank
here
and
I
met
in
’84,
in
McQuire’s
camp,
near
the
Rockies,
where
Pa
was
working
a
claim.
We
were
engaged
to
each
other,
Frank
and
I;
but
then
one
day
father
struck
a
rich
pocket
and
made
a
pile,
while
poor
Frank
here
had
a
claim
that
petered
out
and
came
to
nothing.
The
richer
Pa
grew
the
poorer
was
Frank;
so
at
last
Pa
wouldn’t
hear
of
our
engagement
lasting
any
longer,
and
he
took
me
away
to
’Frisco.
Frank
wouldn’t
throw
up
his
hand,
though;
so
he
followed
me
there,
and
he
saw
me
without
Pa
knowing
anything
about
it.
It
would
only
have
made
him
mad
to
know,
so
we
just
fixed
it
all
up
for
ourselves.
Frank
said
that
he
would
go
and
make
his
pile,
too,
and
never
come
back
to
claim
me
until
he
had
as
much
as
Pa.
So
then
I
promised
to
wait
for
him
to
the
end
of
time
and
pledged
myself
not
to
marry
anyone
else
while
he
lived.
‘Why
shouldn’t
we
be
married
right
away,
then,’
said
he,
‘and
then
I
will
feel
sure
of
you;
and
I
won’t
claim
to
be
your
husband
until
I
come
back?’
Well,
we
talked
it
over,
and
he
had
fixed
it
all
up
so
nicely,
with
a
clergyman
all
ready
in
waiting,
that
we
just
did
it
right
there;
and
then
Frank
went
off
to
seek
his
fortune,
and
I
went
back
to
Pa.”
“The
next
I
heard
of
Frank
was
that
he
was
in
Montana,
and
then
he
went
prospecting
in
Arizona,
and
then
I
heard
of
him
from
New
Mexico.
After
that
came
a
long
newspaper
story
about
how
a
miners’
camp
had
been
attacked
by
Apache
Indians,
and
there
was
my
Frank’s
name
among
the
killed.
I
fainted
dead
away,
and
I
was
very
sick
for
months
after.
Pa
thought
I
had
a
decline
and
took
me
to
half
the
doctors
in
’Frisco.
Not
a
word
of
news
came
for
a
year
and
more,
so
that
I
never
doubted
that
Frank
was
really
dead.
Then
Lord
St.
Simon
came
to
’Frisco,
and
we
came
to
London,
and
a
marriage
was
arranged,
and
Pa
was
very
pleased,
but
I
felt
all
the
time
that
no
man
on
this
earth
would
ever
take
the
place
in
my
heart
that
had
been
given
to
my
poor
Frank.”
“Still,
if
I
had
married
Lord
St.
Simon,
of
course
I’d
have
done
my
duty
by
him.
We
can’t
command
our
love,
but
we
can
our
actions.
I
went
to
the
altar
with
him
with
the
intention
to
make
him
just
as
good
a
wife
as
it
was
in
me
to
be.
But
you
may
imagine
what
I
felt
when,
just
as
I
came
to
the
altar
rails,
I
glanced
back
and
saw
Frank
standing
and
looking
at
me
out
of
the
first
pew.
I
thought
it
was
his
ghost
at
first;
but
when
I
looked
again
there
he
was
still,
with
a
kind
of
question
in
his
eyes,
as
if
to
ask
me
whether
I
were
glad
or
sorry
to
see
him.
I
wonder
I
didn’t
drop.
I
know
that
everything
was
turning
round,
and
the
words
of
the
clergyman
were
just
like
the
buzz
of
a
bee
in
my
ear.
I
didn’t
know
what
to
do.
Should
I
stop
the
service
and
make
a
scene
in
the
church?
I
glanced
at
him
again,
and
he
seemed
to
know
what
I
was
thinking,
for
he
raised
his
finger
to
his
lips
to
tell
me
to
be
still.
Then
I
saw
him
scribble
on
a
piece
of
paper,
and
I
knew
that
he
was
writing
me
a
note.
As
I
passed
his
pew
on
the
way
out
I
dropped
my
bouquet
over
to
him,
and
he
slipped
the
note
into
my
hand
when
he
returned
me
the
flowers.
It
was
only
a
line
asking
me
to
join
him
when
he
made
the
sign
to
me
to
do
so.
Of
course
I
never
doubted
for
a
moment
that
my
first
duty
was
now
to
him,
and
I
determined
to
do
just
whatever
he
might
direct.”
“When
I
got
back
I
told
my
maid,
who
had
known
him
in
California,
and
had
always
been
his
friend.
I
ordered
her
to
say
nothing,
but
to
get
a
few
things
packed
and
my
ulster
ready.
I
know
I
ought
to
have
spoken
to
Lord
St.
Simon,
but
it
was
dreadful
hard
before
his
mother
and
all
those
great
people.
I
just
made
up
my
mind
to
run
away
and
explain
afterwards.
I
hadn’t
been
at
the
table
ten
minutes
before
I
saw
Frank
out
of
the
window
at
the
other
side
of
the
road.
He
beckoned
to
me
and
then
began
walking
into
the
Park.
I
slipped
out,
put
on
my
things,
and
followed
him.
Some
woman
came
talking
something
or
other
about
Lord
St.
Simon
to
me—seemed
to
me
from
the
little
I
heard
as
if
he
had
a
little
secret
of
his
own
before
marriage
also—but
I
managed
to
get
away
from
her
and
soon
overtook
Frank.
We
got
into
a
cab
together,
and
away
we
drove
to
some
lodgings
he
had
taken
in
Gordon
Square,
and
that
was
my
true
wedding
after
all
those
years
of
waiting.
Frank
had
been
a
prisoner
among
the
Apaches,
had
escaped,
came
on
to
’Frisco,
found
that
I
had
given
him
up
for
dead
and
had
gone
to
England,
followed
me
there,
and
had
come
upon
me
at
last
on
the
very
morning
of
my
second
wedding.”
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