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She looks round into a dark part of the room, and naturally, inevitably all things considered sees a ghost. Did you say it wore a ruff and puffed sleeves?" "So Mrs. Mostyn said." "Of course, because, as I told you, Aunt Eleanour believed in the Elizabethan portrait theory. If it had been Aunt Henrietta, the ghost would have been in armour.
Yet it wore the consecration of time and authority! What if it were true? "Mr. Lyndsay," said Denis at my elbow, "Aunt Eleanour has sent me to fetch you to tea. Mr. Lyndsay, do you hear? Why do you look so strange?" He caught my hand anxiously as he spoke, and by that little human touch the spell was broken. The phantom vanished; and, looking into the child's eyes, I felt it was a lie.
Through the still, mild air, across the sun-steeped gardens, came the voices of the children "Aunt Eleanour! Aunt Eleanour!" "Many are called," she repeated, "but few are chosen; and those who are not chosen shall be cast into everlasting fire." There was a pause.
"I am glad to hear it; but he doesn't belong to our parish, though he lives so close. He is actually in Rood Warren. His cottage is at the other side of the Common." "Then we can leave the wine and things as we go. And, George, while the boys are having tea with Aunt Eleanour, I think I shall drive on to Quarley Beacon and try and persuade Cecilia to come back and spend the night with us.
At that Red Wull walked up to Lady Eleanour, faintly wagging his tail; and she put her hand on his huge bull head and said, "Dear old Ugly!" at which the crowd cheered in earnest. After that, for some moments, the only sound was the gentle ripple of the good lady's voice and the little man's caustic replies. "Why, last winter the country was full of Red Wull's doings and yours.
"If this is the best Aunt Eleanour has to show in the way of a ghost, she does well to keep so quiet about it," was Atherley's comment on that part of the story which, by special permission, I repeated to him next day. "I never heard a weaker ghost story. She explains the whole thing away as she tells it.
In the latter, Maggie, sad and sweet in her simple summer garb, leant over to talk to Lady Eleanour; while golden-haired wee Anne, delighted with the surging crowd around, trotted about the wagon, waving to her friends, and shouting from very joyousness. Thick as flies clustered that motley assembly on the north bank of the Silver Lea.
And the right place for it, say I the Dale Cup for Dalesmen." The little man took the Cup tenderly. "It shall no leave the Estate or ma hoose, yer Leddyship, gin Wullie and I can help it," he said emphatically. Lady Eleanour retreated into the tent, and the crowd swarmed over the ropes and round the little man, who held the Cup beneath his arm. Long Kirby laid irreverent hands upon it.
"Dinna be bigger heepocrites than ye can help," he said. "Ye've done enough for one day, and thank ye for it." Then Lady Eleanour handed him the Cup. "Mr. M'Adam, I present you with the Champion Challenge Dale Cup, open to all comers. Keep it, guard it, love it as your own, and win it again if you can. Twice more and it's yours, you know, and it will stop forever beneath the shadow of the Pike.
The little man stood there in the stillness, sourly smiling, his face still wet from his exertions; while the Tailless Tyke at his side fronted defiantly the serried ring of onlookers, a white fence of teeth faintly visible between his lips. Lady Eleanour looked uneasy. Usually the lucky winner was unable to hear her little speech, as she gave the Cup away, so deafening was the applause.
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