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Updated: June 24, 2025
Since there have always been soldiers in the family, and my grandfather could not have borne him to be anything else. Dear Theobald, how brave and simple and kind he was! I have said nothing about the ghosts of Aghadoe Abbey, but it has many ghosts, or it had. First and foremost there is the Lord St.
He had stretched out his hand as though he expected his recovered treasure to be handed to him at once, and I could not deny that I had it, so I took it from about my neck, murmuring something about having carried it for safety and that the case was at Aghadoe and should be returned to him.
Only Aghadoe Abbey was eerie at night, especially in winter storms, since my cousin Theobald went away. I have often thought that the curious formation of the house, which has as many rooms beneath the ground as above it, helped to give it an eerie feeling, for one could not but imagine those downstair rooms filled with ghosts.
Only old Maureen, who so often mixed up the present and the past, would talk of the Cardews as though their name had never been banned, as though they still came and went as friends and intimates at Aghadoe Abbey as in the days before the trouble came about Uncle Luke.
This gentleman who walked beside me had known me for a lady despite my print frock. I was furious for the moment with Lady Ardaragh and the others who would admit such people as the Dawsons to their drawing-rooms, and I was proud to think that Aghadoe Abbey shut its doors against mere money. There were few things we thought less of than money at Aghadoe. "Lord St.
There was a sudden darkness by which I conjectured that the sun had sunk below the horizon. "I must be going," I said in a great hurry. "They will be anxious about me at home. For the rest, I give you the freedom of the woods. Come and go when you will. You are welcome to Aghadoe." His face lit up. "Faith, it's pleasant to a homeless man like myself to be assured of a welcome," he said.
Between the painted panels of the drawing-room at Aghadoe there are long mirrors, in the taste of the time which could imagine nothing so decorative as a mirror. In every one of them I saw myself repeated, a slight, white figure scintillating with gems. I had thrown back my veil and I saw the proud delight in my lover's face. He advanced a step or two to meet me and I heard my grandmother say
I had no anxiety as to what they might think about my absence at Aghadoe; I felt they would know where I was. I said no more to my godmother about returning with me. I felt she was right in waiting for Uncle Luke where she was, and I was sure he would go to her when he had confronted Garret Dawson and wrung the truth from him.
It must have come since I went out; and there must be something in it to explain our sudden departure. "There is nothing wrong at Aghadoe, is there?" I asked, in sharp fear. "I should have told you, Bawn, if there was. They are quite well." I went out of the room into my own little room, where my trunks stood in the middle, locked and labelled.
"Send you home," he replied. "But you are coming with me?" "No. I shall not trouble Aghadoe any more by my presence. You will be quite safe with the Chauffeur." "But what are you going to do?" "I am not going to cut my throat, if that's what you are afraid of. I am going to console myself as soon as I can." I did not dare ask him how.
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