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She wore gloves with one button, moreover, and boots with elastic sides. Mrs. Bundlecombe seemed to have some difficulty in coming to the point. She told Lettice much Angleford news, including a piece of information that interested her a good deal: namely, that the old squire, after many years of suffering, was dead, and that his nephew, Mr. Brooke Dalton, had at last succeeded to the property.
Angleford, a mere handful of red-brick cottages, five miles from a railway station, was little known to the outer world. Its nearest market-town was Dorminster, and the village of Thorley lay between Angleford and the county town.
Come and sit by me, Miss Campion, and tell me all about yourself. I want to know how you first came to think of literature as a profession?" This was not the way in which people talked at Angleford. Lettice felt posed for a moment, and then a sense of humor came happily to her relief. "I drifted into it, I am afraid," she answered, composedly. "Drifted? No, I am sure you would never drift.
Then I asked my aunt all about you. I was never at Angleford in my life, and if I had heard the rector's name as a boy I did not recollect it." "Yes, it is strange. One is too quick at coming to conclusions. I have to beg your pardon, Mr. Walcott, for I really did think that that Mrs. Bundlecombe was your mother, and that " "That I was not going under my own name?
She longed for expansion: for a wider field and sharper weapons wherewith to contest the battle; and she longed in vain. During her father's lifetime it became more and more impossible for her to leave home. She was five-and-twenty before she breathed a larger air than that of Angleford. In due time, Sydney proceeded to Cambridge, and Lettice was left alone.
Thank you, no; I don't want any help," said Lettice; but the young man had already set foot upon the lawn and was advancing towards her. He was the nephew and heir of the childless Squire at Angleford Manor, and he occasionally spent a few weeks with his uncle in the country. Old Mr. Dalton was not fond of Angleford, however, and the Campions did not see much of him and his nephew.
So he telegraphed to Angleford "I am going to contest a borough. Must make provision. Shall be with you by next train." Sydney's telegram reached Angleford at an awkward time. Things had been going from bad to worse with Mr. Campion, who had never had as much money as he needed since he paid the last accounts of the Cambridge tradesmen.
Graham had tried it, and the ordeal was too difficult for him. Now he had a greater scope for his abilities, and less money for his pains. Clara Graham was the daughter of a solicitor in Angleford, and had known Lettice Campion from childhood. She was a pretty woman, thoroughly good-hearted, with tastes and powers somewhat in advance of her education.
He had broken free, and was disposed to congratulate himself upon his freedom; vowing, meanwhile, that he would never put himself into any bonds again except the safe and honorable bonds of marriage. Thus freed, he went down with Dalton to Angleford for the Easter recess, which fell late that year.
Three miles from Angleford, on the other side of the river, and hidden away by trees on every side, sleeps the lazy little village of Birchmead. So lazy is the place so undisturbed have been its slumbers, from generation to generation, that it might puzzle the most curious to think why a village should be built there at all.
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