Taking the still unopened packet from Newbold he opened it, examined one of the letters and handed them all back.
Mrs. Newbold stopped him with an upward gesture of her hand.
The hamlets of Newbold and Belfield are thriving, with substantial, healthy dwellings.
If Newbold were in the dark, not so he; although they had never spoken, he had seen Newbold.
Mrs. Newbold was crying openly, scarcely wiping away the tears as they fell.
The score against Newbold was running up in the mind of his visitor.
He not only spoke of Newbold in terms of strong condemnation but of slave-holders and slavery everywhere.
Newbold had recognized the other man, explanations were inevitable.
"He made that damned suggestion before," cried Newbold, his rage returning.
"And it might have been by my hand," muttered Newbold to himself in horror.