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A small hand-bag, with some sandwiches and a brush and comb in it, and a cloak, made up the total of her baggage. The train, which did not stop at Bryngelly, left Coed at ten, and Coed was an hour and a half's walk. She must be starting.
"You are too good, Mr. Bingham," said the old clergyman. "Where could another man be found who would lend me L200 without security?" Will you come back with me for a few days to Bryngelly? We shall all be so pleased if you can. Do come, Mr. Bingham; you look as though you want a change, you do indeed." Geoffrey dropped his hand heavily on the desk.
Oh, if only she could shake the dust of Bryngelly off her feet! But that, too, was impossible. She was quite without money. She might, it was true, succeed in getting another place as mistress to a school in some distant part of England, were it not for an insurmountable obstacle.
This done, he called a cab and bade the cabman drive to Euston as fast as his horse could go. That frightful journey no nightmare was ever half so awful! But it came to an end at last there was the Bryngelly Station. Geoffrey sprang from the train, and gave his ticket to the porter, glancing in his face as he did so.
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