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Updated: June 24, 2025
While the priest turned them over, examining each, the other stared hopelessly out of the window, past the motionless servant in purple who waited with his hand on the car-door. Surely he knew this place. . . . Yes; it was Dean's Yard. And this was the entrance to the cloister of the Abbey. But who was "the Prior," and what was it all about?
Lane did not inquire further and his mother did not offer more comment. At the moment he heard a motor car out in front of the house, a girl's shrill voice in laughter, the slamming of a car-door then light, quick footsteps on the porch. Lane could look from where he sat to the front door only a few yards down the short hall. The door opened. A girl entered. "That's Lorna," said Lane's mother.
The fuel in the stoves was replenished, and quite a large space was cleared to the leeward of the locomotive, where a fire was built from the neighboring fences, so that in an hour's time from the finding of the poultry the entire body of passengers were busy picking the bones of roasted and broiled fowls. It was not so bad a dinner! To be sure, it was rather chilly, now and then, when the opening of a car-door, to let in a half-frozen gentleman with a half-cooked chicken in his hand, admitted with him a snow-laden blast from without; and then the viands were not served
"Philadelphia!" announced the conductor, opening the car-door. "We get out, here," said the nurse. "Keep close to me, or you may get lost. Perhaps you had better take hold of my hand." "When are you coming back, Ida?" asked William Fitts, coming up to her with his basket on his arm. "Mrs. Hardwick says we sha'n't go back till to-morrow." "Come, Ida," said the nurse, sharply. "We must hurry along."
She went into the house and in a moment reappeared like a ghost of steel, carrying the disputed canvas kit-bag over her shoulder. The woman stared open-mouthed and said nothing. Marigold came forward to relieve Betty of her burden, but she waved him imperiously away, passed him and, opening the car-door, threw the bag at my feet.
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