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Updated: May 24, 2025
In such a crisis as the present there was no more helpless, hopeless creature than Lucilla Shafto a woman who was always ready to transfer her burdens to others. Strange to say, she somewhat distrusted her intimates in Bricklands; it seemed to her that their questions and sympathy were chiefly founded on vulgar curiosity and greedy self-interest. "How was she left?
Jake; they will be over from Bricklands immediately. The doctor has given a certificate, and has undertaken to see about the funeral, and sent the notice to the Times and Morning Post. From what old Hannah told me, it seems that Mr. Shafto and his family were not on terms; I believe the quarrel had something to do" she paused and glanced from one to the other of her eager listeners "with Mrs.
Why, I saw Mr. Shafto in Bricklands on Tuesday, and he looked as well as he ever did in his life." "That was the day he heard the news," announced Mrs. Billing, selecting an arm-chair and casting off her feather boa. "Bad news?" suggested Miss Jane. "Very bad indeed could not be worse. He heard he'd lost every penny he possessed in the wide world."
By and by these calls were returned by Mrs. Shafto in a smart victoria and a still smarter costume; her husband was merely represented by a neatly printed card, which bore the name of "Mr. Edward Shafto, Athenaeum Club." Mr. Edward Shafto was rarely to be met beyond his grounds and garden, unless driving through the village to Bricklands railway station, en route for London.
At the end of three years Lucilla Shafto had embroiled herself with almost everyone in her immediate vicinity, and found her true level and most congenial companions in the busy bustling town of Bricklands, a rapidly growing and prosperous mushroom place, situated thirty miles south of London, and within two miles of our ancient and respectable hamlet.
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