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Nevertheless, she was somewhat soothed, and began to compress the mass of imaginary wrongs into the one little wrong which had originated it all. "What made you take a liking to that miserable house? I hate small rooms I cannot breathe in them I have never been used to a little house. Why must I now? I am not going to be extravagant nobody could be if they tried, in a poor place like Kingcombe.
For it was now an acknowledged fact at Kingcombe Holm that the Squire was growing very fond of Agatha. Dinner came, the long, dreadful dinner, with the brilliant light glimmering in her face, and showing every expression there; with old Mr.
"Dear friend if Nathanael follows out this plan, it will be for the comfort and not the disquiet of your grey hairs. Think how pleasant always to have a son at hand, and a young, pretty Mrs. Harper to brighten Kingcombe Holm." This was a wise thrust the old gentleman looked in his daughter-in-law's fair face, and bowed complacently.
"What news for her to hear dear, dear Anne!" And they fell into a silence. Agatha said at last, "When am I to see Uncle Brian?" "Very soon, dear. Yet stay is not that some one at the door?" It certainly was. People walked into one another's houses so very unceremoniously at Kingcombe. This visitor, however, paused in the hall, and then opened the parlour-door.
She paused here she could not wish that she had never seen Nathanael. They quitted the cottage and went out into the street, for country and town blended together in tiny Kingcombe. Mr. Harper closed the wicket-gate, and looked back upon the little house. There was an unquiet glitter in his eye, and his chest heaved violently for a few moments.
No one thought of her who sat apart, looking smilingly on them all, but to whom they and the things surrounding them were day by day growing more dim who was fading, fading, even while she smiled. When, late at night, the party reached Kingcombe, it was resolved that the Harpers should remain there until morning.
Agatha, for her life, could not help changing colour as she answered "Yes," knowing perfectly well who was watching her the while, and that he and she were thinking of the same thing, namely, the brief note whose date was her only information as to the family residence of the Harpers. "Kingcombe is as pretty as its name," observed the elder brother, "a name more peculiar than at first seems.
Every one knew the probable purport of the will, and how simple a document it was likely to be; for the patriarchal old Squire hated the very mention of law, and it had been his pride that, though not entailed, the inheritance of Kingcombe Holm had descended for centuries unbroken by a single legal squabble.
That stupid brother of mine is worse company than none at all. He said he had letters to write to Kingcombe, and vanished up-stairs! The rude fellow! But he is an excellent fellow too." "So you have always said. He appears to love his home, and be much beloved there. Is it so?" "Most certainly.
"I am most happy to welcome my son's wife to Kingcombe Holm." Agatha felt the withered fingers touching her own the kiss of welcome formally sealed on her forehead. She trembled exceedingly for a moment, but recovered herself, and met old Mr. Harper's keen observant gaze with one as clear and as composed as his own.
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