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With mathematical foresight she argued that when Coventry was married Heronsmere would undoubtedly become the centre of a considerable amount of entertaining, and from every point of view it would therefore be wise to be on friendly terms there.
"Oh, he's quiet enough. But if you want to hunt next winter, you must let me mount you." His glance rested on her slim, boyish contours. "I've a little thoroughbred mare up at Heronsmere Redwing, she's called who would carry you perfectly." "Oh, I couldn't you mustn't " she began with some embarrassment. "Nonsense!" He interrupted her brusquely.
On the morning following Eliot's visit to the Cottage, want of thought, in addition to a very natural semi-maternal pride, led Maria Coombe into confiding jubilantly into the ear of Mrs. Thorowgood laundress and purveyor of local gossip the fact that her Miss Ann and "the Squire up to Heronsmere" were going to make a match of it. Mrs.
"It's perfectly charming," she replied whole-heartedly. "I love old-fashioned things." "Well, if there's anything you'd like altered or want sending down, you must let me know. There are stacks of stuff up at Heronsmere." "You've already sent down the one thing to complete my happiness," she answered, smiling. "That jolly little pony." "Oh, Dick Turpin. Do you like him?" "Is that his name?
I had no idea you lived here when I bought the Priory. Even when I heard afterwards that a Mr. Coventry owned Heronsmere, I never dreamed it could be you. You see, I was told he was very wealthy " "And the Coventry you knew was poor!" It was like the thrust of a rapier, and Cara winced under the concentrated scorn of the bitter speech.
You've some lovely bits of pewter up there" nodding towards the tall old chimney-piece, where the tender moon-grey of ancient pewter mugs and dishes gleamed fitfully against the panelled wall. "I'm afraid it isn't ours," acknowledged Ann regretfully. "Though I love every bit of it. My brother is agent for the Heronsmere estate, and we have this cottage furnished.
To-night's been a great contrast to my usual evenings in that great empty barrack of a dining-room at Heronsmere." Unconsciously he spoke out of a great loneliness, and Ann's heart ached for this supremely hurt and bitter soul which sought security from further hurt behind the iron barriers of a self-imposed reserve and solitude.
To see dear Muriel installed as mistress of Heronsmere had been her ambition from the first moment of its new owner's coming to live at Silverquay, and when Miss Caroline had volunteered the news of Ann's supposed engagement to him, it had come as a rude shock to her plans.
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