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She heard with becoming interest of Wilfrid's establishment as a guest, and, after a little talk of Mrs. Rossall and the twins, led to the subject of certain 'revivalist' meetings then being held in Dunfield, an occasion of welcome excitement to such of the inhabitants as could not absorb themselves in politics. Mrs.
She was silent, leaning her head against his shoulder. 'Do you ever think of me as I was at Dunfield? she asked presently, with timid utterance, hardly above her breath, risking what she had never yet dared. 'No, he answered, 'I think of the present. His voice was a little hard, from the necessity of commanding it. 'You did not know that I loved you then? Think of me! Pity me!
All else on every side was verdure and bloom. 'Is it possible, Beatrice asked, when there had been silence for a few moments, 'that I can have met Miss Hood anywhere before to-day? Her face is strangely familiar to me. 'She has never been in London before she came to us, said Mrs. Rossall. 'But you have relatives in Dunfield, I think? remarked Wilfrid.
The train by which she had travelled had also brought Wilfrid to Dunfield. She turned and walked to a little distance away from the foot of the stairs. There was no room that she could enter on this platform. She dropped her black veil, and seated herself on a bench. In truth she had a difficulty in standing, her body trembled so.
They regularly adorned their pew in the parish church, were liberal at offertories, exerted themselves, not without expense, in the Sunday school feast, and the like. How cried all Dunfield how in the name of wonder was it done? We are not concerned to probe the mystery; suffice it that the situation be exhibited as it appeared to the eyes of the world.
The land was blighted by the curse of what we name using a word as ugly as the thing it represents industrialism. As the cab brought her along this road from Dunfield station, Emily thought of the downs, the woodlands, the fair pastures of Surrey. There was sorrow at her heart, even a vague tormenting fear. It would be hard to find solace in Banbrigg.
I will go back to Dunfield and take my chance. 'How tired you will be! Two such journeys in one day. 'And a draught of the water of life between them. But even now there is something more I ask for. 'Something more? 'One touch of the lips that speak so nobly. It was only then that her eyes gleamed for a moment through moisture.
It was her intention to visit Mrs. Baxendale first, then to go on to the Cartwrights'. As it rained, she walked to Pendal and took train for Dunfield. At Dunfield station she was delayed for some moments in leaving the carriage by travellers who got out before her with complexities of baggage.
Dunfield offered no prominent features save the chimneys of its factories and its fine church, the spire of which rose high above surrounding buildings; over all hung a canopy of foul vapour, heavy, pestiferous. Take in your fingers a spray from one of the trees even here on the Heath, and its touch left a soil.
It 'll come to that yet, mark my word! And, indeed, few people in Dunfield would have expressed surprise at the actual incidence of this calamity. Mr.
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