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"Except on market-days, we rarely see more street passengers than now in Kingcombe," Aline Valery answered, smiling. "You will get accustomed to that and many other things when you are a country lady. Now, shall we drive to the Dugdales, or look first at the two houses I told you of?" Mr. Harper preferred the latter course, under fear, his wife merrily declared, of being circumvented by Mrs.
But I think I feel they will. He was so just to the red men always. He is surely safe." "Yes, he is safe," repeated Miss Valery, as if any alternative but that were utterly incredible and impossible. Nathanael continued: "The tidings reached Kingcombe yesterday, and our friend here, coming to London, volunteered to bring them, and consult with me.
But her curiosity was restrained, partly by that of the old servant behind, who kept up a close though reverential observance of all the sayings and doings of "Ma-a-ester" Nathanael's wife. She did not like even accidentally to betray how very little of Kingcombe her reserved husband had told her, and how she knew scarcely more of his family than their names.
He hesitated a little before the latter word, and pronounced it with some tremulousness, as though the old man were thinking how many years had passed since the name "Mrs. Harper" had been unspoken at Kingcombe Holm.
"You know that half Kingcombe belongs to Anne Valery?" And Agatha noticed, with some amusement, what an extreme deference was infused into the usually nonchalant, contemptuous manner of the youngest Miss Harper. "So poor Wilson is dead! And who have you to manage all your property?" asked Mr. Harper suddenly. "No one at present I am very particular in my choice.
I leave to my younger son, Nathanael Locke Harper, all my landed, real, and personal estate, praying that he may long live and maintain our name in honour at Kingcombe Holm. To my eldest son having no desire to expose to ruin the family estate, or link the family name with more dishonour than it already bears to my eldest son, Frederick Harper, I leave the sum of One Shilling."
"I shall ride with you part way," said he, "and then leave you in Mr. Dugdale's charge, while I stay at Kingcombe." "Why so?" "I have business there." Still the same weary "business" which he never explained or talked about, yet which always seemed to rise up like a bugbear on their pleasures, until Agatha was sick of the sound of the word! She turned away, and put herself altogether under Mrs.
Miss Valery breathed a quick sigh, and bent hurriedly forward; but the glitter of the ocean had vanished she had seen the last of Weymouth Bay. It was a weary journey, for Anne seemed very feeble. Her young nurse was thankful when the flashing network of streams told how near they were whirling towards Kingcombe. As the train stopped, Mrs.
"Dear, I will give you all I can; be quite sure of that. But" "Nay, no buts; I must have this house. Besides, Miss Valery says it is the only house to let in Kingcombe." "Except the one I showed you as we passed." "Oh, that mean little cottage impossible. We could never think of living there." "Nevertheless, let us look at it.
"Sir," she said, drawing up her little figure, and trying to look as much Mrs. Locke Harper as possible, "you must be aware that in the present state of the house a stranger's presence is undesirable. It is not too late to order the carriage. Will you favour me by going to sleep at Kingcombe?" Mr.
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