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She thought she had forgotten Arthur Chicksands, and was certain he must have forgotten her. As it happened they had never met since his return to the front in the autumn of 1915 Pamela was then seventeen and a schoolgirl or, as she now put it, a baby. She remembered the child who had hidden herself in the woods as something very far away.
He understood that Arthur and Miss Bremerton had met occasionally, and he had himself heard Chicksands express the warmest admiration for her as the right sort of new woman, 'as straight as you make 'em' and with 'a brain like a man' which, from one who was always rather a critical spectator than a courtier of women, was high praise.
'The country is behind the war, said Chicksands firmly. 'How do we know? How do you know? I've as much right to an opinion as you, and I tell you the country is sick and tired of the war. We are all dying of the war! We shall all be paupers because of the war! What is France to me, or Belgium? We shall have lost men, money, security half the things that make life worth living for what?
One of his daughters, named Catharine, he had a well-balanced family of eleven sons and eleven daughters, afterwards married Sir Thomas Cheke. Peter Osborne died in 1592; and Sir John Osborne, Peter's son and Dorothy's grandfather, was the first Osborne of Chicksands.
This was the first time the two neighbours had met since the quarrel. The Squire had actually written first and to please her. Very touching, and very embarrassing! She hoped for the best. Sir Henry Chicksands advanced as though nothing had happened solid, ruddy, benevolent, and well dressed, as usual.
And when the reader shall close this volume, let it not be without a feeling of gratitude to the unknown, whose modesty alone prevents me from changing the title of fellow-servant to that of fellow-editor. This first chapter begins with a long letter, dated from Chicksands some time in the autumn of 1652, when Temple has returned to England after a long absence.
'I shall be gone before they begin! he said, and lay sombre and frowning on his pillows, till Chicksands had beguiled him by some letters from men in Desmond's own division which he had taken special trouble to collect for him.
During the winter they had met fairly often in the neighbourhood of Ypres, and Aubrey was then the same eager, impulsive fellow that Chicksands had known at Eton and Cambridge, bubbling over with the exploits of his battalion, and adored by his own men. In April, in a raid near Festubert, Mannering was badly wounded. But the change in him was already evident when they were in Paris together.
Is it possible you came so near me as Bedford and would not see me? Seriously, I should not have believed it from another; would your horse had lost all his legs instead of a hoof, that he might not have been able to carry you further, and you, something that you valued extremely, and could not hope to find anywhere but at Chicksands.
Oh, well no good going into the rotten thing, said Desmond, flushing, 'but Arthur was awfully decent anyway. Pamela assented mutely. She did not want to talk about Arthur Chicksands. There was in her a queer foreboding sense about him.
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