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Updated: May 21, 2025
"But it's a mercy there's no one to fret nobbut t' little gell an she's too sma'." There was much talk about the young lady that had come home with her "a nesh pretty-lukin yoong creetur" to whom little Nelly clung strangely no doubt because she and her father had been so few weeks in Froswick that there had been scarcely time for them to make friends of their own.
Froswick, with its struggle and death, its newness and restlessness, was behind her she was going home, to the old house, with its austerity and peace. Home? Bannisdale, home? How strange! But she was too tired to fight herself to-night she let the word pass. In her submission to it there was a secret pleasure. ... The first train had come in by now.
The child held the lady's gown in her clutch perpetually, Mr. Dixon reported would not lose sight of her for a moment. But the lady herself was only a visitor to Froswick, was being just taken through the works, when the accident happened, and was to leave the town by an evening train so it was said. However, there would be those left behind who would look after the poor lamb Mrs.
"I heard of the accident, and that you had stayed to comfort the child." "It seems very heartless, but somehow as we were in the train I had almost forgotten it. I was so glad to get away from Froswick to be coming back. And I was very tired, of course, and never dreamt of anything going wrong. Oh, no! I haven't forgotten really I never shall forget." She pressed her hands together shuddering.
Then she added, with all the severity she could muster, "He treated me in a most kind and gentlemanly way if you want to know. The great pity is that you and Cousin Elizabeth understand nothing at all about him." He groaned. She could hear his feet restlessly moving. "Well and now you are going to Froswick," she resumed. "What are you going to do there?"
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