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Harry returned to his log in Wilson's back paddock again in the afternoon to wrestle with his difficulties, and, with the gluttonous rosellas swinging on the gum-boughs above, set himself to reconsider all that he had heard of Frank's case and all the possibilities that had since occurred to him. Here Dick Haddon discovered him at about four o'clock.
HALL CAINE, one of the most popular of contemporary novelists. R.C. CARTON, dramatist, author of "Lord and Lady Algy" and "A White Elephant." CHARLES HADDON CHAMBERS, dramatist, author of "John a Dreams," part author of "The Fatal Card." GILBERT K. CHESTERTON, essayist, novelist, poet; defender of orthodox thought by unorthodox methods.
Winter at Haddon was by no means a dreary imprisonment, for fetes and balls were continually taking place, and however rough the weather might be, and the condition of the miserable tracts which in those days did duty for roads, there were not a few cavaliers, both old and young, who would gladly adventure the discomforts of a journey to Haddon, even were it to be only rewarded by a smile, or perchance a dance with the two daughters of the host, whose beauty, though of different types, many were ready to swear, and to maintain it, if need be, at the point of the sword, could not be surpassed in all the counties of the land.
Phyllis' voice had become low and serious; every tone suggested sympathy. "I had such a sister," said he slowly. His eyes were not turned toward her. They were fixed upon a little model of St. Catherine of Siena, a virgin among the clouds, which was set in the panel of an old cabinet beside him. "I had such a sister Rosamund; she is dead." "Mrs. Haddon told us so," said Phyllis.
Haddon, usually so gay, wore for the time being a sombre aspect. Sir George was its life and soul, and now that he was away and exposed to the machinations of enemies who were hungering and thirsting after a share of his riches, a gloom settled down upon the place and enveloped it in an ill-befitting aspect of dreariness.
'Richard Haddon, is that you? she said severely. 'Oh! you wicked, bad, vicious boy! Where have you been? What've you been doing? She was busying herself preparing the lamp, and her tongue ran on. 'You're breakin' your poor mother's heart breakin' my heart with your bushrangin' an' villainy, bringin' down the police, an' trouble, an' sorrow on me.
Haddon had a proper sense of her public duties, a due appreciation of the extent of Dick's wickedness, and a full knowledge of her own inefficiency as a scourger. She looked down and debated anxiously with herself, carefully avoiding Dick's eye, and Dick watched her all the time, but did not speak a word or make a single plea. 'Can't I beat my own boy? she asked angrily.
They must have dragged me up above the water level, an' I ought to thank them for that, I s'pose. 'An' you couldn't recognise either of them? asked Mrs. Haddon. 'No, I haven't the slightest notion who it was hit me, an' the figure of the other was just visible an' no more. I could swear to nothing except this. He touched his head and smiled. 'The cowardly wretches! cried Mrs.
He restlessly pulled up dandelions and blades of grass around him, but his face had relaxed and he seemed calm. Haddon Brown murmured something about a nervous strain, but the other did not seem to hear him. "Hit wuz dat lady laffin'," he said, suddenly. "You-all know how mah Hannah use tuh laff. Mah gracious! Yuh could heah dat woman a mile!
It has recently been announced that the Duke of Rutland will make repairs to this old place and occupy it as one of his residences, closing Belvoir Castle, his present home, on account of the great expense of maintaining it. Four or five miles from Haddon Hall is Chatsworth House, the splendid country seat of the Duke of Devonshire.
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