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This little Miss Colwyn had her living to earn; it would be no kindness to unfit her for her profession. So, when she spoke it was with a shade more decision than usual in her tones. "We will drive you over to Beaminster to-morrow, my dear Miss Colwyn, and you can then see your family, and ask your father if you may spend a few days with Margaret. I do not think that Mr.
The woods about Beaminster had put on a gorgeous mantle, and the gardens were gay with color, and yet over all there hung the indefinable brooding melancholy that comes of the first touch of decay.
She put advertisements in the local papers and left notices at some of the Beaminster shops, and, when these attempts produced no results, she called systematically on all the people she knew, and did her best very much against the grain to ask for pupils. Thanks to her perseverance she soon got three or four children as music pupils, although at a very low rate of remuneration.
Could you begin them at once, or would you rather wait until after the Christmas holidays?" Janetta reflected. "I should like to begin them at once, dear, if I can manage it." "Have you so many pupils, then?" Margaret asked quickly. "Not so very many; but I mean I am afraid I cannot spare time to come to Helmsley Court to give them. Do you go to Beaminster?
"But Janetta's own people live quite near us," said Margaret, reduced to a very pleading tone. "I know them at home; they live at Beaminster not three miles off." "And may I ask if Lady Caroline visits them, my dear?" asked Miss Polehampton, with mild sarcasm, which brought the color again to Margaret's fair face.
The Adair estate was a large one: that of the Brands' comparatively small; but at one point the two properties were separated for some little distance only by a narrow fishing stream, on one side of which stretched an outlying portion of Mr. Adair's park; while on the other side lay a plantation, approached through the Beaminster woods, and not very far from the Red House itself.
His little claws are blue, and oh! his little nose, and he cannot see; he is stone dead, father." "Well, you shall go into Beaminster to-morrow and buy another mouse," said Mr. Delaney. Diana gazed at him with grave, wondering black eyes. "That would not be Rub-a-Dub," she said; then she buried her little, fat face on his shoulder and sobs shook her frame.
The look of anxious pain in his eyes gave her the strength to speak firmly she must set his mind at ease at any cost. "My faithful Janet," she heard him whisper; and then he spoke no more. With his hand still clasped in hers he died in the early morning of a chill October day, and the world of Beaminster knew him no more.
The news that he was coming back to Brand Hall was not received with enthusiasm by those who heard it. Wyvis' own story had been a sad one perhaps more sad than scandalous; but it was a story that the Beaminster people were never to hear aright. Few knew it, and most of those who knew it had agreed to keep it secret.
He was too fond of Wyvis to carry his threat into effect but he made the poor woman, his wife, suffer an infinity of torture, the greater part of which might have been avoided if she had chanced to be gifted with a higher spirit and a firmer will. Wyvis Brand went immediately to London after the interview with his lawyer in Beaminster, and from London, in a few days, he wrote to Cuthbert.
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