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Updated: September 15, 2025
By evening, when all Kingcombe was yet talking over the "shocking event" at Kingcombe Holm, the "afflicted family" had subsided into its usual ways a little more grave perhaps, but still composed.
Then she saw some one lying on the sofa. And lo! there half-buried in pillows, haggard and death-like, yet alive was a face she knew a calm, sleeping face falling round it the long light hair. It was Christmas morning. All the good people of Kingcombe were going to church.
Agatha sat down beside her on the staircase, listening to the wind without, that swept fiercely over the hollow in which Kingcombe Holm lay, as if ready to bear away on its pinions a departing soul. It was an awful night to die in. Agatha listened, sensitive to every one of its terrors.
Agatha felt convinced she was half-asleep, and that she should wake up in her own room at Thorn-hurst or at Kingcombe, and find out everything to be a dream. Or even granting its reality, she seemed to view the whole story like some unconcerned person, or some being from whom this troubled world had passed away, and grown less than nothing and vanity.
Thus, always at this hour, we gather round us innumerable pleasant recollections, and remember all who are dear to us or to our guests at Kingcombe Holm. Now, Mrs. Harper, we wait your toast." Agatha coloured, felt nervous and ashamed, glanced at her husband, but met nothing except an encouraging smile.
Eulalie is the youngest Miss Harper, as we should explain to our kind friends here whom I hope we are not boring very much with our family reminiscences. And Eulalie, contrary to the usual custom of the Harpers, is actually going to be married. To a clergyman, is he not, N. L.? late Curate of Kingcombe parish?" "No of Anne Valery's parish.
"It appears to me though nothing shall be done against your decision that, considering all things, it would be better that our stay in my father's house were made as short as possible." "Yes yes." Two long pausing words, said beneath her breath. "Accordingly I rode to Kingcombe this afternoon, and find that we can enter the cottage on Saturday. To-day is Thursday" "Is it? Oh yes.
Seeing this, the husband appeared contented and at ease. They and the Dugdales rode merrily into Kingcombe, much to that good town's astonishment. The equestrian quartette at Marmaduke's door was a sight that the worthy inhabitants of that sleepy street would not get over for a week.
"If," he went on, taking no notice of her sharp speech, but speaking with the extreme gentleness of one who himself feels tenfold the pain he is compelled to inflict "if, as I told you yesterday, we ought to form our plans immediately; and since, Kingcombe being such a small place, there is at present no choice left us but those two houses" "Build one! We are rich enough." "Not quite."
"There, that will do," said Miss Valery. "Never mind old times, but let us look forward to the future. Here we are at Kingcombe. Agatha, how do you like the place?" And Agatha, on this glowing autumn afternoon, eagerly examined her future home. It was a rather noteworthy country town; small, clean, with an air of sober preservation, reminding one of a well-kept, dignified, healthy old age.
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