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There had been slight complaints and passing regrets on her mother's part, over some trifle connected with Helstone, and her father's position there, when Margaret had been spending her holidays at home before; but in the general happiness of the recollection of those times, she had forgotten the small details which were not so pleasant.

Then Margaret was almost touched into tears by the allusions which he often made to their childish days in the New Forest; he had never forgotten her or Helstone either all the time he had been roaming among distant countries and foreign people. She might talk to him of the old spot, and never fear tiring him.

Nor did she feel at liberty to name what Edith had told her of the idea he had entertained, it might be but for five minutes, of going to Spain. He had never named it at Helstone, during all that sunny day of leisure; it was very probably but the fancy of a moment, but if it were true, what a bright outlet it would be from the monotony of her present life, which was beginning to fall upon her.

If only you had told me about Jane Eyre!" For it turned out that all the time Mary Taylor had been told. The inference was that Mary Taylor, with her fits of caution, could be trusted. This silence of Charlotte's must have been most painful and incomprehensible to the poor Ellen who was Caroline Helstone. She had been the first to divine Charlotte's secret; for she kept the letters.

Down-stairs, Margaret stood calm and collected, ready to counsel or advise the men who had been called in to help the cook and Charlotte. These two last, crying between whiles, wondered how the young lady could keep up so this last day, and settled it between them that she was not likely to care much for Helstone, having been so long in London.

Pryor! That is that means you have adopted me?" "It means that I am your true mother." "But Mrs. James Helstone but my father's wife, whom I do not remember to have seen, she is my mother?" "She is your mother," Mrs. Pryor assured her. "James Helstone was my husband." "Is what I hear true? Is it no dream? My own mother! And one I can be so fond of!

But Dixon's ideas of helpful girls were founded on the recollection of tidy elder scholars at Helstone school, who were only too proud to be allowed to come to the parsonage on a busy day, and treated Mrs. Dixon with all the respect, and a good deal more of fright, which they paid to Mr. and Mrs. Hale.

The hot air danced over the golden stillness of the land, farm after farm was left behind, each reminding Margaret of German Idyls of Herman and Dorothea of Evangeline. From this waking dream she was roused. It was the place to leave the train and take the fly to Helstone. And now sharper feelings came shooting through her heart, whether pain or pleasure she could hardly tell.

Why, I should not be ill be dying if he had not taken me away from Helstone, to this unhealthy, smoky, sunless place. 'Oh, mamma! said Margaret. 'Yes; it is so, indeed. He knows it himself; he has said so many a time. He would do anything for me; you don't mean he would refuse me this last wish prayer, if you will. And, indeed, Margaret, the longing to see Frederick stands between me and God.

When I first looked at your face I knew that you would." "I was well inclined to him before I saw him; I liked him when I did see him; I admire him now." When they kissed each other and parted at the rectory gate, Shirley said: "Caroline Helstone, I have never in my whole life been able to talk to a young lady as I have talked to you this morning."

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