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Water fell over many a granite shelf and in the desolation lay great and small pools. Brendon began to descend, where a sheep track wound into the pit. A Dartmoor pony and her foal galloped away through an entrance westerly.
But being Audrie Brendon, and not Ellaline, I could have shouted for joy at almost every word that woman said, if it hadn't been in a cave where shouting would have made awful echoes. You know, dear, how I have been puzzling over Sir Lionel the Noble, as he appears to me, and Sir Lionel the Dragon, as painted by Ellaline, and how I've vainly tried to match the pieces together. Well, thanks to Mrs.
The ball at Brendon House Chloe still felt the triumph of it in her veins still saw the softening in Roger's handsome face, the look of lazy pleasure, and the disapproval or was it the envy? in the eyes of certain county magnates looking on. Since then, no communication between Heston and Upcott. Mrs. Fairmile was now a couple of miles from the meet.
He was gone and Brendon read the letter again, studied its neat caligraphy, and observed that a tear had blotted the middle of the sheet. Once more he said "damn" to himself, dropped his fishing basket and rod, turned up the collar of his mackintosh, and walked to the police station, where he heard a little of the matter in hand from a constable and then asked for permission to use the telephone.
I am frightened of her and I have disappointed her, because I am not what she thought and have ceased to covet my ancestral estates and title." Such a monstrous picture of Jenny at first bewildered Brendon and then incensed him. Was it within the bounds of possibility that after six months of wedded life with this woman, any man living would utter such an indictment and believe it?
And then for climax! his concealment of the early love affair with Chloe Fairmile; his weakness and folly in letting her regain her hold upon him; his behaviour at the Brendon ball, the gossip which, as Agnes Farmer declared, was all over the neighbourhood, ending in the last baseness the assignation, the lies, the hypocrisy of the afternoon! Enough! more than enough!
"I have a letter for you, and no end of messages. Where can we sit down and talk?" He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. "Let me introduce my friend to you," Courtlaw said. "Arthur, this is Miss Pellissier Mr. Brendon. Brendon and I are great chums," he went on nervously. "We are clerks in the same bank.
A young man, who had been spending the last hour walking up and down on the opposite side of the way, came quickly over to her. She looked up, and recognized Mr. Brendon. The external changes in Brendon following on his alteration of fortune were sufficiently noticeable. From head to foot he was attired in the fashionable garb of the young man of the moment.
Ganns cast his eye over the puzzle. It ran thus: When to the North you go, The folk shall greet you so. . . . . . . . . . Upright and light and Source of Light 2. And Source of Light, reversed, are plain. 3. A term of scorn comes into sight And Source of Light, reversed again. The American regarded the problem for a minute in silence, then smiled and handed the paper back to Brendon.
At the edge of the central stain were smears and, among them, half the impress of a big, nail-studded boot. "Have the workmen been in here this morning?" asked Brendon, and Inspector Halfyard answered that they had not. "Two constables were here last night after one o'clock the men I sent from Princetown when Mrs. Pendean gave the alarm," he said.
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