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I know that's it, don't you? 'It may be it must be. Let us go on. They began to bend their steps towards Castle Boterel, whither they had sent their bags from Camelton. They wandered on in silence for many minutes. Stephen then paused, and lightly put his hand within Knight's arm. 'I wonder how she came to die, he said in a broken whisper. 'Shall we return and learn a little more?
'Why, I know her! he exclaimed. 'Who is she? 'Mrs. Jethway. And the cottage we are taking her to is her own. She is a widow; and I was speaking to her only this afternoon. I was at Castle Boterel post-office, and she came there to post a letter. Poor soul! Let us hurry on. 'Hold my wrist a little tighter. Was not that tomb we laid her on the tomb of her only son? 'Yes, it was.
A sound sped into the air from the direction in which Castle Boterel lay. It was the striking of the church clock, distinct in the still atmosphere as if it had come from the tower hard by, which, wrapt in its solitary silentness, gave out no such sounds of life.
'And then I am going to Castle Boterel. Good-bye. He spoke the farewell as if it were but for the day lightly, as he had spoken such temporary farewells many times before and she seemed to understand it as such.
Stephen knew there could be no mistake about the time or place, and no difficulty about keeping the engagement. He waited yet longer, passing from impatience into a mood which failed to take any account of the lapse of time. He was awakened from his reverie by Castle Boterel clock. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, TEN.
Once, in muddy weather, when Pansy was walking with her down the street of Castle Boterel, on a fair-day, a packet in front of her and a packet under her arm, an accident befell the packets, and they slipped down. On one side of her, three volumes of fiction lay kissing the mud; on the other numerous skeins of polychromatic wools lay absorbing it.
The satchel was worn and old, and the outer polished surface of the leather was cracked and peeling off. Knight having arrived over the hills to Castle Boterel upon the top of a crazy omnibus, preferred to walk the remaining two miles up the valley, leaving his luggage to be brought on.
Swancourt's servants have been here they ran in out of the rain when going for a walk and I assure you the state of their bonnets was frightful. 'How's the folks? We've been over to Castle Boterel, and what wi' running and stopping out of the storms, my poor head is beyond everything! fizz, fizz fizz; 'tis frying o' fish from morning to night, said a cracked voice in the doorway at this instant.
'Her welcome, spoke in faltering phrase. 'There is Henry Knight, I declare! said Mrs. Swancourt one day. They were gazing from the jutting angle of a wild enclosure not far from The Crags, which almost overhung the valley already described as leading up from the sea and little port of Castle Boterel.
By the time he took his return journey at the week's end, Stephen had very nearly worked himself up to an intention to call and see her face to face. On this occasion also he adopted his favourite route by the little summer steamer from Bristol to Castle Boterel; the time saved by speed on the railway being wasted at junctions, and in following a devious course.
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