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He had had hard work to string himself up to his task, but now he showed plenty of determination, and going back into the lane, he walked rapidly toward Heatherleigh, passing nobody on his way.
"You know me. I am from Heatherleigh." "Oh, it's you. I thought you wanted to sell calicoes and flannels. What did you bring your pack for? What's in it? Oh, I see, it arn't a pack at all; it's a boy. What d'yer want?" "I told you I want to see your grandson." "What for?" "I want to ask him a few questions." "Ah, that's no good.
The news was true enough; and fresh tidings came the very next day to Heatherleigh, Uncle Richard hearing that his brother had disposed of his practice, and gone to live down at Sandgate for his health. Then, as the days glided by, the report came of examinations before the magistrates, which the Vicar attended.
The bone!" and the dog dashed back, picked it up, and bolted steadily on again, till at about a mile from Heatherleigh it stopped by an opening into the wood, bounded up the sandy bank, and stood there barking as it looked back. "Look here," cried Tom, as he came up, and talking to the dog as if it understood him.
"That's right; and in five minutes, when we are out of the cutting, you can see Heatherleigh in the opening between the two fir-woods." "That's your house, uncle?" "Yes, my lad that's my house, where I carry on all my diabolical schemes, and perform my incantations, as old Mother Warboys says. You didn't know what a wicked uncle you had." "No, sir," said Tom, smiling.
This drive wound in and out, so that a couple of minutes had elapsed before they came in sight of the front of the house, with its broad porch and verandah. "Welcome to Heatherleigh, Tom our home," said his uncle. "Ah, here's Mrs Fidler." This was as a very grim, serious-looking, grey-haired woman appeared in the porch. "Back again, Mrs F.," cried Uncle Richard cheerily.
It was left me by my great-uncle, General Wimpole, whom I had never seen, but who had made me his heir in preference to his other nephews, owing to my reputed likeness to an aunt, to whom he was greatly attached. Of course I was much envied, and I dare say a good many unkind things were said about me, but I did not care Heatherleigh Hall was mine, and I had as much right to it as anyone else.
"If anybody had told me," he muttered, "that I could have been scared by a jolly old cow, I should have kicked him. How absurd!" He walked on now firmly enough, till, in spite of the darkness, the road became more familiar, and in due time he could see the lights at Heatherleigh, and looking up to his right against the starry sky, the top of the great mill.
"Well, Tom," he said. "Well, uncle," cried the boy, looking up at him rather disconsolately. "All our telescope-making seems to have come to an end." "Yes, uncle." "I suppose you mean to go back with Uncle James to town?" "Is he going back to London?" cried the boy eagerly. "Yes, before long; but you need not be so eager to go." Tom stared at him. "You are tired of Heatherleigh then?"
All imagination, but as real to him as a troubled dream, till he stooped once more to clear the opening, and gaze in, shuddering, and afraid to break the awful stillness around. Then he crouched again upon his knees to listen, and wonder whether the dog had reached Heatherleigh yet.
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