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The news reached them at their laziest time of year; they came in from shooting parties to read the account in the papers; they discussed it in ball rooms and at evening parties at Brighton and Greyshot and the other autumnal resorts. "So he was dead! Well, really they were tired of hearing his name!
I came to Greyshot expecting at least unity, at least, peace in a Christian atmosphere, and THIS is what I get." Donovan listened in silence, a great sadness in his eyes. There was a pause; then Erica continued: "You think I speak hotly. I cannot help it.
"Wait a minute," she said. "Who is Mr. Farrant? I never heard of him before." "Member for Greyshot, elected last spring, don't you remember? One of the by-elections. Licked the Tories all to fits. This is his maiden speech, and that makes it all the more plucky of him to take up the cudgels in our defense. Here! Let me read it to you."
Fane-Smith loved her, and felt that the invitation, which she had given really from a strong sense of duty, was likely to give her pleasure instead of discomfort. All the way home, while Erica admired the Greyshot streets, and asked questions about the various buildings, Mrs.
"That will make my adventure perfect!" said Rose, her eyes dancing. At which Raeburn smiled again, amused to think of the uneventful life in which such a trifling incident could seem an "adventure." "It seems very inhospitable," said Erica, "but don't you think, Rose, you had better go back to Greyshot?" "No, you tiresome piece of prudence, I don't," said Rose perversely.
Now the months of Charles Osmond's careful preparation were over, her baptism was over, and a little weary and overdone with all that she had lived through that summer, she had come down to Greyshot expecting rest, and behold, fresh vexations had awaited her! A nice Christian world!
Aunt hadn't given her name! That looks odd. I'll see if she has a Scotch accent." "Are you staying in Greyshot?" he asked as they went down the broad staircase, with its double border of flowering plants. "Yes," said Erica; "I came last week. What lovely country it is about here!" "Country," with its thrilled "r," betrayed her nationality, though her accent was of the slightest. Mr.
Of course when it was fully understood in Greyshot that you had utterly renounced your father and your former friends, such unpleasantness as you encountered last night would not again occur; indeed, I fancy you would become exceedingly popular. It would perhaps have been wiser if you would have taken our name, but your aunt tells me you object to that."
This made her smile, and she opened a third letter which ran as follows: "My dear Miss Raeburn, I should have called on you last Saturday, but was not well enough to come in to Greyshot. My husband told me all about your help and your kindness to our Waif.
Then they went together into the little country church, and all at once a shadow fell on her heart; for, as they entered at the west end, the clergy and the choristers entered the chancel, and she saw that Mr. Cuthbert was to take the service. The rector was taking his holiday, and had enlisted help from Greyshot.
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