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In less than ten minutes the two young men had left Caer Madoc behind, and were fast lessening the distance between them and Brynderyn. "Very kind of you to meet me; and what a splendid horse," said Gwynne Ellis. "Carries his head well, and a good stepper." "Fond of horses?" asked Cardo. "Oh! very," said the high-toned voice; "riding and painting are the chief delights of my life "
Soon things seemed to fall into the old groove at Brynderyn, as far as Cardo and his father were concerned, except that that which had been wanting before, namely, a warm and loving understanding between them, now reigned in both their hearts, and sweetened their daily intercourse.
"Did she never mention Abersethin, Brynderyn, and the Berwen?" "No, they are all strange names to me, except Abersethin; she lived there after her return from Patagonia." Ellis was lost in thought again. "I should like to have seen her; I have something important to discuss with her."
"True, indeed!" said Cardo, beginning energetically to lower the sails, and guide the boat safely to shore. He said no more, until, after a tramp over the beach, both buried in their own thoughts, they drew near the path to Brynderyn. "You will help me, then, at the old church on the morning of the fourteenth?" "I will," said Ellis.
"Well, now," said Ellis, "I want to have a picture of Corwen." "Yes, to-morrow, in the field, and me standing by her. I will put on my new gaiters." "The young lady has gone to ask your master's consent." "The master!" said Shoni, locking the barn door; "pooh! 'sno need to ask him. You kom to-morrow and make a picksher on Corwen and me. Wherr you stop?" "At Brynderyn." "With the Vicare du?
But there was no time for retrospection, the minutes were fleeting rapidly by, he had to return to his breakfast with his father, who would expect his last hours to be spent with him. "When do you start from Brynderyn?" she asked, her voice growing lower and more sorrowful. "At two o'clock, love, punctually; the cart has already gone with my luggage.
Jâr-i! there'll be black looks!" But Gwynne Ellis had been wiser than to show his sketch to the Vicar; he was learning like Cardo that if there was to be peace at Brynderyn, neither Essec Powell nor his flock nor his family must be mentioned.
"Yes, I have often thought of the name and wondered what he was like. How sad," she said, "and such a handsome fellow, too." "Caradoc!" Dr. Belton called suddenly. "Yes," said Cardo, with one of his pleasant smiles, "Cardo Wynne, Brynderyn." "Good heavens!" said Mr. Wynne, "there can be no doubt about it; that is my brother's home." And both he and Dr. Belton, aided by Mrs.
When he returned to Brynderyn to breakfast, he found his father looking somewhat discomposed as he read and re-read a letter which he had just received. He made no comment upon its contents, however, but looking up said: "You must have found the storm very interesting, Cardo; what kept you out so late?"
Probably a fisherman's wife or daughter!" But he gazed long and steadily before he once more resumed his ride. In hot haste he rode the rest of the way to Brynderyn. "The storm is rising," said the "Vicare du," as he joined his son at the tea-table.
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