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Updated: June 4, 2025
"I'm afraid you don't know who I am. Perhaps Mr. Palford forgot to mention me. Indeed, why should he mention me? There were so many more important things. I am a sort of distant VERY distant relation of yours. My name is Alicia Temple Barholm." Tembarom was relieved. But she actually hadn't made a move toward the knitting-bag. She seemed afraid to do it until he gave her permission.
Trust me," was Pearson's astonishingly emotional and hasty answer. "I'm going to," returned Mr. Temple Barholm. "I've set my mind on putting something through in my own way. It's a queer thing, and most people would say I was a fool for trying it. Mr. Hutchinson does, but Miss Hutchinson doesn't."
It made him feel queer to drive along, turning from side to side to acknowledge obeisances, as he had seen a well-known military hero acknowledge them as he drove down Broadway. The chief street of the village of Temple Barholm wandered almost within hailing distance of the great entrance to the park. The gates were supported by massive pillars, on which crouched huge stone griffins.
He was no doubt under the care of a physician in some quiet sanatorium." "Some quiet sanatorium!" Mr. Palford's disturbance of mind was manifest. "But you did not know where?" "No. Indeed, Mr. Temple Barholm talked very little of Mr. Strangeways. I believe he knew that it distressed me to feel that I could be of no real assistance as as the case was so peculiar."
His including movement in Miss Alicia's direction was delightfully gracious and friendly. It was inclusive of Mr. Hutchinson also. "Will you come with us, Miss Temple Barholm?" he said. "And you too, Mr. Hutchinson. We shall go over it all in its most interesting detail, and you must be eager about it. I am myself." His happy and entirely correct idea was that the impending entrance of Mr.
"Are you sure that if you saw him close you'd KNOW, so that you could swear to him?" he demanded. "You're extremely nervous, aren't you?" Palliser watched him with smiling coolness. "Of course Jem Temple Barholm is dead; but I've no doubt that if I saw this man of yours, I could swear he had remained dead if I were asked." "If you knew him well, you could make me sure.
He has turned men off their farms for incivility. The villagers of Temple Barholm have much better manners than some even a few miles away." "Must I tip my hat to all of them?" he asked. "If you please. It really seems kinder. You you needn't quite lift it, as you did to the children just now.
The sentiment prevailing in Hutchinson's mind seemed to verge on indignation. "Thee th' master of Temple Barholm! " he ejaculated. "Why, it stood for seventy thousand pound' a year!" "It did and it does," said Mr. Palford, curtly. He had less and less taste for the situation. There was neither dignity nor proper sentiment in it.
Palford that the new inheritor was particularly interested in his possessions or exhilarated by the extraordinary turn in his fortunes. The enormity of Temple Barholm itself, regarded as a house to live in in an everyday manner, seemed somewhat to depress him.
Lady Mallowe had come for something. She had come to be amiable to Miss Temple Barholm and to establish relations with her. "Joan should have been here to meet me," she explained. "Her dressmaker is keeping her, of course. She will be so annoyed. She wanted very much to come with me."
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