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Updated: June 22, 2025
So they waited patiently, amusing the time by little squabbles of jealousy, real or pretended; and Bowie was faithful, though Clara was past thirty now, and losing her good looks. "So ye'll see your lassie, Mr. Bowie!" said Sergeant MacArthur, his intimate, when he started for Aberalva that summer. "I'm thinking ye'd better put her out of her pain soon.
"Humph! you seem to have divined his character. May I ask you if you knew him before you met him at Aberalva?" Tom looked up sharply in the Major's face. "You would ask, what cause I have for inquiring? I will tell you presently.
'Tell you what, my lord; we pays you your rent, and you takes it. You mind your business, and we'll mind our'n. You forget that times are changed since my seventeenth progenitor was lord of life and limb over man and maid in Aberalva."
To preachers, class-leaders, gossips, who upbraided her for not letting them see her mother, she replied by silence. People thought her becoming idiotic. The day after the last creditor was paid she packed up her little box: hired a cart to take her to the nearest coach; and vanished from Aberalva, without bidding farewell to a human being, even to her School-children.
So the children went with Frank and her to Aberalva, and Valencia had learnt half a mother's duties, ere she had a baby of her own. And thus to her, as to all hearts, has the war brought a discipline from heaven. Frank shrank at first from returning to Aberalva, when Scoutbush offered him the living on old St. Just's death.
In due time she went home to England home, but not to Aberalva. She presented herself one day at Mark Armsworth's house in Whitbury, and begged him to obtain her a place as servant to old Dr. Thurnall. And by the help of Mark, and Mary, Grace Harvey took up her abode in the old man's house; and ere a month was past she was to him a daughter.
"There, go! and don't let me see or hear of you; that is, till I tell you! Go along, I say! Hum-hum!" If you will ruin yourself, I can't help it." "Nor I, sir," said Tom, in a really piteous tone, bemoaning the day he ever saw Aberalva, as he watched Mark stride into his own gate. "If I had but had common luck!
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