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Updated: May 27, 2025
"And, after all, maybe Harry Brammerton was not " "Harry Brammerton! " I cried, springing up in a tremble of excitement. "My God! Oh, my God! I thought, I, I understood, I I oh, God!" I clutched at the table for support as the awful truth began to dawn on me. Mary rose in alarm. "Why! What is it? What have I said? George, didn't you know? Didn't I tell you before?
The sound of the droning voices of children conning their lessons came through the open window of the old schoolhouse. These were the only signs and sounds of life that forenoon in Brammerton. Stay! there was yet another.
I waved my hand to sleepy little Brammerton and I swung to the right, for Grangeborough and the sea. Soon the internal tumult, caused by what I had just gone through, began to subside, and my spirits rose attune to the glories of the afternoon. Little I cared what my lot was destined to be a prince in a palace or a tramp under a hedge.
I strolled away from my happy, contented friends, on to the main road again and down the hill to the village, little dreaming how long it would be ere I should have an opportunity of talking with them again. Jim the Blacksmith The village of Brammerton seemed only half awake.
His demise has caused a profound sensation, as it occurred on the eve of a House Party, arranged in celebration of the engagement of his son, Viscount Harry Brammerton, Captain of the Coldstream Guards, to the beautiful Lady Rosemary Granton, daughter of the late General Frederick Granton, who was the companion and dearest friend of the late Earl of Brammerton in the early days of their campaigning in the Crimea and India."
He did not assail me with a torrent of words nor did he burst into a paroxysm of grief and anger. His every action was calculated, methodical, remorseless. He turned to the open door. "Go!" he commanded sternly. "Leave us, leave Brammerton. I never wish to see you again. You are no son of mine." His words seared into me. I held out my hands.
As I filled my lungs, I felt as if I had relieved myself of some great burden in cutting myself adrift from Brammerton, dear old spot as it was. And I whistled and hummed as I trudged along, trying to reach the point of grey at the rim of the semi-circle of green. On, on I went, on my seemingly unending endeavour.
"Of course, you will tell Lady Rosemary of this before any announcement is made of your marriage, Harry? A Brammerton must, in all things, be honourable, 'Clean, within and without." He looked at me incredulously, and smiled almost in pity for me and my strange ideas. "Certainly not! What do you take me for? What do you think Lady Rosemary is that I should trouble her with these petty matters?"
I asked, crossing over to him on the spongy floor of hoof parings and steel filings. "Does it, Jim?" He caught me by the shoulders, in his old, rough way, and looked into my face. Then he smiled sadly and shook his head. "No, George, no! You're different: you always were different; you are the same straight, honest George Brammerton to me; still the same."
"It is getting near to breakfast-time; so, if George, Earl of Brammerton and Hazelmere, Storekeeper at Golden Crescent, runs over home and listens very attentively while he is burning his porridge and boiling his tea, he may hear of what happened to that sweet, little maid."
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