There! there! we won't begin to dispute again. You shall
have it out of me on easier terms than that. I won't say a word more
about her ladyship, or about Miss Verinder--I'll only turn prophet, for
once in a way, and for your sake. I have warned you already that you
haven't done with the Moonstone yet. Very well. Now I'll tell you, at
parting, of three things which will happen in the future, and which, I
believe, will force themselves on your attention, whether you like it or
not."
"Go on!" I said, quite unabashed, and just as airy as ever.
"First," said the Sergeant, "you will hear something from the
Yollands--when the postman delivers Rosanna's letter at Cobb's Hole, on
Monday next."
If he had thrown a bucket of cold water over me, I doubt if I could have
felt it much more unpleasantly than I felt those words. Miss Rachel's
assertion of her innocence had left Rosanna's conduct--the making the
new nightgown, the hiding the smeared nightgown, and all the rest of
it--entirely without explanation. And this had never occurred to me,
till Sergeant Cuff forced it on my mind all in a moment!
"In the second place," proceeded the Sergeant, "you will hear of the
three Indians again.
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