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And the warmth of her greeting was unmistakable, not so much in the words, which were conventional enough, as in the tone of real welcome in which they were spoken. "I am fortunate to find you," replied Philippa. "I was hoping so much that I might see you. You told me you were often on Bessmoor." "Every day. I live out of doors. Now I do trust that you have time to come and see my cottage.
It seemed to Philippa that he had discovered that allusions to his lack of memory troubled her, for more than once that day he had checked himself and changed the subject, as though he did not wish to distress her, and she was thankful for it. "It is very pretty, isn't it? The post-office is just opposite the church, and when we leave there we can drive straight on until we come to Bessmoor.
No fire ever lighted can show me such pictures as I see over Bessmoor, and no castles in Spain or Eldorado were ever quite so perfect as mine built all of cloud. But here we are, arrived at last, and here is a comfortable chair for you. I am going to fetch you a glass of milk before we settle down to our chat. Oh yes, you must have it," she insisted as Philippa demurred. "Mrs.
Then, when we went to Bessmoor, the sight of it was so familiar, and so many thoughts troubled me but I had no doubt; and then, in the afternoon when I was alone, I opened that drawer and found so many pictures of Phil. I will show you. Will you fetch them?" She did as he bade her, and came back to his side with a sheaf of drawings. "Look," he said, "I found all these.
Where is that ship going, and what sort of passengers does she carry? I wonder if they are all very unhappy at leaving England, or full of hope about the new land they are going to?" "Perhaps they are bound for the Magical Island," Francis said, smiling. "Is it north, south, east or west, that fairyland? And is it really more beautiful than Bessmoor after all? Just think of it.
"Every day, unless the doctor forbids." "Oh, hang old Rob," he said gaily. "You have taken the very last load off my mind. Together we will rout him, you and I. Oh, Phil, my darling! how soon do you think I shall be able to get out of doors? I want to feel the fresh air of Bessmoor and ride for miles, just you and I together, with the wind in our faces."
She had barely mounted the hill on to Bessmoor, and felt the wind blowing cool from the sea with a salt tang most refreshing to her, than she saw, a few yards off the road, and under the shelter of some gnarled thorn-bushes, a little encampment, and she directed her steps towards it.
I see so few people in these days. I have been living on Bessmoor for some time now. There used to be very large parties at the High House when Lady Louisa was alive, and I suppose there are plenty of visitors there now?" "No, I am the only visitor." "Do they live all alone?" Isabella Vernon's voice was rather unsteady, and her eyes were still searching the girl's face.
But beyond this he had spoken of Bessacre and Bessmoor, giving the places their correct names without hesitating. She had always understood that the names of places presented the gravest difficulty to a memory in any way troubled or imperfect. Did this mean that his mind was perfectly clear upon all that had happened up to the time of the accident, but that from that moment all was darkness?
"Don't you like yours made in a samovar and flavoured with lemon?" "Not a bit of it," rejoined Philippa. "Nice English tea with plenty of cream, please." "I can promise you that. Just sit down here. Now, Bill, give her a cushion and hand her the scones. They are freshly made and hot. Try some honey with them, real heather honey from Bessmoor. Don't ask her any questions.
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