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As the two girls reached the porch, and before they had a chance to touch the knocker, the door was opened by Freda. "Who is it?" she asked in a frightened voice. "Only Cora and Bess," Cora replied, noting the fear in Freda's tone. "Are we too late to come in?" "No, indeed," Freda replied, reassured. "I was afraid it might be unwelcome visitors, but you are heartily welcome."
Mr Jones was obliged to return to London the next day, but at Freda's earnest entreaty, he left his wife behind him for a week, which was spent by her between the Park and farm very agreeably. Before she left, Mr Gwynne had a little private conference with her, to the following effect, and very nervous he was meanwhile:
"But her business, Walter what did she want?" "Ah, that's the secret she made me swear not to tell anyone. It is my opinion, Elfreda, that the child has got into trouble. We must do what we can for her." "I wish she would come here and be Freda's governess," said Mrs. Harvey. The Squire looked at his wife.
'Oh, do come in! says Miss Gwynne, rising, and advancing to meet Rowland; 'I cannot get through these accounts. I have been reckoning and reckoning ever since breakfast, and they will not come right. I should be so much obliged to you if you would just look them over for me. Rowland seated himself at Freda's desk, and began at once to do her bidding.
Freda's sympathies from the outset had been with those independent thinkers, who were in increasing peril of being branded as heretics; and she listened with absorbing interest to the story of the hidden books, the little band of Christian Brothers, the work going on beneath their auspices, and the check temporarily put upon it by the holocaust of books which Dalaber had witnessed at St. Paul's.
"Haven't I found a dear little friend?" One day Freda asked Margaret to write a note for her to a certain school chum. "She will like to know I am getting better. You will find her address in my writing desk." Freda's modest trunk had been brought to Fir Cottage, and Margaret went to it for the desk.
'Who knows! 'My dear child, said Miss Hall, smiling, and stroking Freda's shining hair, 'I have long given up all thoughts of matrimony. But the recollection of old times always affects me, and your love affects me still more. I have not told you this because I regret not being married to Mr Jones it was mercifully ordained that I should not marry any one.
"After our interview, I shall bring the young man to Freda's room and present him. You will be there. He can offer you his escort." She suddenly stooped and kissed his hand. An immense relief was in her face. "Now I will keep you no longer. Freda is waiting for me." The Ambassador strolled thoughtfully away into his own den at the back of the house, where Dominey was waiting for him.
'A merry Kismas! he repeated, returning Freda's kisses by pulling off her night-cap, and letting down her long hair before she knew what he was about. 'Now, I'll dive 'ou to Tewey. 'Master Harold! don't, sir! said the nurse. But Master Harold was jumping on the pillow behind his sister, making reins of her hair and horses of her head in no very gentle fashion.
Shall we judge and condemn one another? Shall we not rather seek to strengthen one another by love and tenderness, and so lead one another onward in the way which leads to life everlasting? These thoughts rushed like a flood through Freda's mind as she watched through a mist of tears the throwing of the fagots and the books upon the fire at Carfax.
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