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"I'm so glad!" she answered, her eyes glowing with pleasure. "It was a much larger property, once, Look!" and she pointed away across corn-fields and rolling meadow to the distant woods. "In my grandfather's time it was all his as far as you can see, and farther, but it has dwindled since then, and to-day, my Dapplemere is very small indeed." "You must be very fond of such a beautiful place."
And, as in their first meeting, there was a mute antagonism in their look. "Let me introduce you to each other," said Anthea, conscious of this attitude, "Mr. Cassilis, of Brampton Court, Mr. Bellew!" "Of nowhere in particular, sir!" added Bellew. "And pray," said Mr. Cassilis perfunctorily as they strolled on across the meadow, "how do you like Dapplemere, Mr. Bellew?"
"Well, if she drove straight back from Cranbrook she would be here now, but I fancy she won't be so very anxious to get home to-day, and may come the longest way round; yes, it's in my mind she will keep away from Dapplemere as long as ever she can." "And I think," said Bellew, "Yes, I think I'll take a walk. I'll go and call upon the Sergeant."
From losing Dapplemere Farm, an' every thing she has in the world.
And so, she turned, and fled away, and left him standing there amid the roses. Which tells how Bellew left Dapplemere in the dawn Far in the East a grey streak marked the advent of another day, and upon all things was a solemn hush, a great, and awful stillness that was like the stillness of Death.
'Oh Adam! sez he, 'so you're 'aving a sale here at Dapplemere, are you? Meaning sir, a sale of some bits, an' sticks o' furnitur' as Miss Anthea's forced to part wi' to meet some bill or other. 'Summat o' that sir, says I, making as light of it as I could. 'Why then, Adam, sez he, 'if Job Jagway should 'appen to come over to buy a few o' the things, no more fighting! sez he.
Of the sad condition of the Haunting Spectre of the Might Have Been Dapplemere Farm House, or "The Manor," as it was still called by many, had been built when Henry the Eighth was King, as the carved inscription above the door testified. The House of Dapplemere was a place of many gables, and latticed windows, and with tall, slender chimneys shaped, and wrought into things of beauty and delight.
His cheeks were wet with great tears that glistened in the moon-beams, but he wept with eyes tight shut, and with his small hands clasped close together, and thus he spoke, albeit much shaken, and hindered by sobs: "I s'pose you think I bother you an awful lot, dear Lord, an' so I do, but you haven't sent the Money Moon yet, you see, an' now my Auntie Anthea's got to leave Dapplemere if I don't find the fortune for her soon.
And it was a hall, here, at Dapplemere, wide, and high, and with a minstrel's gallery at one end; a hall that, years and years ago, had often rung with the clash of men-at-arms, and echoed with loud, and jovial laughter, for this was the most ancient part of the Manor.
Calls hisself a corn-chandler, but I calls 'im, well, never mind what, sir, only it weren't at corn-chandling as 'e made all 'is money, sir, and it be him as we all work, and slave for, here at Dapplemere Farm." "What do you mean, Adam?" "I mean as it be him as holds the mortgage on Dapplemere, sir." "Ah, and how much?" "Over three thousand pound, Mr.
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