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Wild as was Miriam's resolve, once determined, no power could shake her resolution. By the merest accident she had fallen upon an important clue, intangible as yet; but the thought of clearing Victor's name--the bare idea of being the first, not only to warn him of his peril, but also to give him hope and courage--was dangerously sweet. And, moreover, Trevor Decie, turning matters over in his mind, concluded that there was no reason why this thing should not be done. Sir Percival was far too prostrated to leave home at present, and the quondam Professor, in his character of chief conspirator, felt that his presence was absolutely necessary in Westport. Now that Abishai had met this violent end, he feared Speedwell's disappearance. It was no time, therefore, to study appearances.
As Miriam speeded away towards Hull, she gradually noticed a change in the weather. For some days it had been calm and still; now the sky was piled up with angry clouds; an ominous wind swept through the forest trees. The storm passed away inland, leaving the sky leaden and the landscape swept by the rushing wind. As the cornlands sloped away to long marshes and sand reaches there was occasionally a glimpse of dark, tossing water, touched here and there by hissing crests of foam.