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Dalwood the name of a good doctor," offered Alice. "It's too bad we can't pay Dr. Haldon, but we will as soon as we can. Mrs. Dalwood may know of a good throat specialist nearby." "Yes, you had better go," said Mr. DeVere in a low voice. "I must be able to go on with the rehearsals to-morrow." Alice fairly flew across the hall, and the tragic little story was soon told. Mrs.

"That ?" she began and ended: "She is DEAD?" Mrs. Haldon had dragged herself almost as if unconsciously to the stairs. She leaned against the newel post and her face dropped upon her hand. "Oh! I don't KNOW!" she cried. "I cannot believe it. How COULD it be?

On that evening Miss Stanbury had a few friends to drink tea with her. There were Mr. and Mrs. Crumbie, and Mrs. MacHugh of course, and the Cheritons from Alphington, and the Miss Apjohns from Helion Villa, and old Mr. Powel all the way from Haldon, and two of the Wrights from their house in the Northernhay, and Mr. Gibson; but the Miss Frenches from Heavitree were not there.

Much had since been done, but the main architectural features were preserved, though the interior of the great house was transformed. The manor of Chadlands extended to some fifty thousand acres lying in a river valley between the heights of Haldon on the east and the frontiers of Dartmoor westerly.

Our own garden offers a glimpse of the river-mouth and a good prospect of Haldon the ridge beyond the Exe; but there are many much better points within easy reach. You are in no hurry, I hope? Louis Warricombe and Miss Moorhouse's brother were away on a long walk; they did not return for lunch.

The sun, breaking through heaviness of morning clouds, had risen clear of Haldon Hills and cast a radiance, still dimmed by vapour, over the glow of the autumn trees. Subdued sounds of birds came from the glades below, and far distant, from the scrub at the edge of the woods, pheasants were crowing. The morning sparkled, and, in a scene so fair, Henry found his spirits rise.

Powel was talking about it." "It would be very nice," said Dorothy. "You have never seen the view from Haldon Hill yet?" asked Mr. Gibson. But to this question Dorothy could make no answer. Miss Stanbury had lifted one of the table-spoons, as though she was going to strike Mr. Brooke Burgess with the bowl of it. And this during a dinner party!

She was conscious that her aunt's eye was upon her, and that her aunt would expect her to listen to Mr. Gibson. At last she gave up all hope of moving, and was anxious simply that Mr. Gibson should confine himself to the dirt of the paths and the noble prospect from Haldon Hill. "I think we shall have more rain before we are done with it," he said.

She heard a wild gasp a flash of something at once anguish and rapture blazed across the haggard, young face and with a swerving as if her slight body had been swept round by a sudden great wind, Mrs. Haldon turned and fled up the stairs. Jane Foster followed. The great wind swept her upward too. She remembered no single intake or outlet of breath until she was upon the fourth floor.

"She goes to play with a little girl who comes to her. I think she comes over the roof from the next house." "There is no child there!" Mrs. Haldon shuddered. But it was not with horror. There was actually a wild dawning bliss in her face. "What is she like?" "She is like the picture." Jane scarcely knew her own monotonous voice.