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Already, with all the strength of will I could summon, I struggled to rid myself of the wicked feeling; and although I cannot pretend to have succeeded for long after, yet by the time Mr Coningham had popped over the stile, I was waiting for him, to all appearance, I believe, perfectly calm. He, on the other hand, from whatever cause, was actually trembling.
I shall follow you as soon as I can. 'Why can't you go with me? he asked. Thereupon I gave him a full report of my excursion with Mr Coningham, and the after reading of the letters, with my reason for wishing to examine the register again; telling him that I had asked Mr Coningham to ride with me once more to Umberden Church.
'May I come in for a few minutes, Mr Cumbermede? he asked again, already at the door by the time I had opened it. 'By all means, Mr Coningham, I replied. 'Only you must tie your horse to this ring, for we I have no stable here. 'I've done this before, he answered, as he made the animal fast. 'I know the ways of the place well enough. But surely you're not here in absolute solitude?
'There! he said, shutting up his note-book with a slam; and turning away he strode out of the place much, it seemed to me, as if his business there was over for ever. I gave one more glance at the volume, and replaced it on the shelf. When I rejoined him, he was already mounted and turning to move off. 'Wait a moment, Mr Coningham, I said. 'I don't exactly know where to put the key.
'I have got a substitute for Miss Brotherton, you see, Clara Miss Coningham I beg your pardon. 'There's no occasion to beg my pardon. Why shouldn't you call me Clara if you like? It is my name. 'Charley might be taking the same liberty, I returned, extemporizing a reason. 'And why shouldn't Charley take the same liberty? she retorted.
'Thank God, my boy! said Mr Coningham kindly. 'You have had a narrow escape. I lost myself once in the Cumberland hills, and hardly got off with my life. Here it is a chance you were ever seen again, alive or dead. I wonder you're not knocked up. I was, however, more so than I knew. 'How are you going to get home? he asked. 'I don't know any way but walking, I answered.
Edward Sterling's Uncles, a Coningham from Derry, had, in the course of his industrious and adventurous life, realized large property in the West Indies, a valuable Sugar-estate, with its equipments, in the Island of St. Vincent; from which Mrs. Sterling and her family were now, and had been for some years before her Uncle's decease, deriving important benefits.
'Here is your old friend Charley Osborne, I said. 'You remember Miss Coningham, Charley, I know. He advanced in what seemed a strangely embarrassed indeed, rather sheepish manner, altogether unlike his usual bearing. I attributed it to a doubt whether Clara would acknowledge their old acquaintance.
'I've got a town aunt as well as a country one, rejoined Clara, with an expression I could not quite understand, but out of which her laugh took only half the sting. Miss Coningham reddened a little. I judged afterwards that Clara had been diplomatically allowing her just to feel what sharp claws she had for use if required.
When Styles returned, he informed me that Mr Coningham at first proposed to ride back with him, but probably bethinking himself that another sixteen miles would be too much for my mare, had changed his mind and sent me the message that he would be with me early the next day. After Charley was gone, I spent the evening in a thorough search of the old bureau.
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