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Updated: May 29, 2025
We can't remain in a state of suspended expectation for ever. Tell me what do you think of our chances?" Renouard, speechless, produced a faint smile. The professor confessed in a jocular tone his impatience to complete the circuit of the globe and be done with it. It was impossible to remain quartered on the dear excellent Dunsters for an indefinite time.
It was Strides Cottage where your Uncle George was taken when he broke his leg, riding." "Oh, was it there? Yes, I've heard of that. His horse threw him on a heap of stones, and bolted, and pitched into Dunsters Gap, and had to be shot." "Yes, he shouldn't have ridden that horse. But he was always at that sort of thing, George."
The quaint wide street, with its gabled houses commanded at one end by the frowning heights of the castle, and overlooked at the other by a watch-tower, wears an air impressively mediaeval. The village was once a noted emporium for cloth, and "Dunsters" were quoted at reputable prices by every chapman.
The town was famous for its kersey cloths, sometimes called "Dunsters," which were sold under the shade of this structure. Wymondham, in the county of Norfolk, standing on the high road between Norwich and London, has a fine market cross erected in 1617.
In the afternoon he lounged into the editorial office, carrying with affected nonchalance that weight of the irremediable he had felt laid on him suddenly in the small hours of the night that consciousness of something that could no longer be helped. His patronising friend informed him at once that he had made the acquaintance of the Moorsom party last night. At the Dunsters, of course. Dinner.
In the peculiar condition of their sojourn Miss Moorsom went out very little. She accepted this seclusion at the Dunsters' mansion as in a hermitage, and lived there, watched over by a group of old people, with the lofty endurance of a condescending and strong- headed goddess.
We sat in the light of the window, and her father prowled about the terrace, with his hands behind his back and his head drooping. The white-haired lady came to the dining-room window twice to look at us I am certain. The other guests began to go away and still we sat there. Apparently these people are staying with the Dunsters. It was old Mrs. Dunster who put an end to the thing.
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