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"The woman at the post-office told you that? Did you ever see him?" "Yes, ma'am. He spoke to me one evening when I'd run out with a letter, and asked me the way to the Hall." "And then?" "He said he'd heard of a Mr. Lepel at Beechfield, ma'am," said Parker, rather reluctantly, "and that he knew a Mr. Lepel and wondered, whether it was the same. But it wasn't. The Mr.
"Who I am, dear? Myself, Hubert Lepel, and nobody else." "And cousin" she brought the words out with difficulty "cousin to the Vanes of Beechfield." "Well, what objection have you to the Vanes of Beechfield?" "They have the right to object to me; and so have you. Do you remember the evening when I spoke to you in the street outside the theatre?
But now I'll tell you a little more. Has Mr. Lepel ever told you that he had a sister?" "No." "Well, he has; and, what's more, she's married to the old General you remember him at Beechfield?" "Yes." "Maybe you remember her too a very fair lady, as used to walk out with the little girl Mr. Sydney Vane's little girl?" Cynthia was silent for a moment.
But, bless you, my girl, I didn't not till you began to speak! And then t'was just like your mother." "Am I so much altered?" said Cynthia wistfully. "As much as you ought to be, my beauty, and no more. You ain't like the skinny little bit of a thing that ran wild round Beechfield lanes; but then you don't want to be. You're a good deal like your mother; but she wasn't as dark as you.
"I fancy that she wandered back to Beechfield out of love for her father and her old home, poor child. She is not to be blamed for her father's sins, surely!" he added, seeing rather an odd expression on Mrs. Rumbold's face as the involuntary words of pity passed his lips. "Oh, no, no of course not!" Mrs. Rumbold hastened to reply. "It is very kind of you, Mr.
My nerves are all unstrung," she said, turning her back on little Jenny Westwood. "I think I'll take your advice, Hubert. Ask Mr. and Mrs. Rumbold, from me, to see after the child. If they want money, I don't mind supplying it. But do make them understand that the child must be kept out of Beechfield." And with these words she walked briskly down the avenue, without looking back.
"You know better than that, Florence," said her brother. "I speak the truth, and nothing but the truth. I accuse no one else," he said, with marked emphasis; "but I wish you all now to know what were the facts. It was I who met Sydney Vane that day in the fir plantation beside the road that leads up the hill to Beechfield. We quarrelled, and we agreed to settle the matter by a duel.
Do you think we should ever do wrong or what seems to be wrong for the sake of other people's happiness? Clergymen and good people say we should not; but I do not know." "Enid, you have not been consulting that parson at Beechfield about it?" "Not exactly.
"I'd noticed her in church, though she was sitting rather back, close to the door," went on Dolly, "and I'd wondered who she was, as she looked so very unlike any of the Beechfield people." "How do you mean unlike?" asked Tom. "I can't explain exactly. I thought she was a summer visitor. And then something so funny happened "
What sort of a lady has taken The Trellis House, eh? We don't even know her name." "She's a Mrs. Crofton oddly enough, a friend or acquaintance of Godfrey Radmore. He seems to have first met her during the war, when he was quartered in Egypt. She wrote to John and asked if there was a house to let in Beechfield, quoting Godfrey as having told her it was a delightful village."
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