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Updated: May 3, 2025
In all Kingthorpe there were no rooms so cool as Aunt Betsy's in summer none so warm in winter. The cottage had originally been the homestead of a small grass-farm, which had been bequeathed to Betsy Wendover by her father, familiarly known as the Old Squire, the chief landowner in that part of the country.
But I don't think the small hours agree with you, Brian. You are looking ten years older than when you were at Kingthorpe last summer. 'Better wear out than rust out, said Brian. After dinner Vernie was eager for an exploration of the village, and Blackman's Hanger, the wild, pine-clad hill which sheltered the village from north-east winds and the salt breath of a distant sea.
'Why should you go back to slavery? asked Dr. Rylance, taking her hand in his and holding it with so strong a grasp that she could hardly have withdrawn it without violence. 'There is a home at Kingthorpe ready to receive you. If you have been happy there in the last few weeks, why not try if you can be happy there always?
'So far from that, I love Kingthorpe with all my heart, so much that I almost hate myself for not having been born here, for not being able to say these are my native fields, I was cradled among these hills. 'So be it. If you love Kingthorpe and love me, you have nothing to do but to stay here till the hero of your life-story comes to carry you off. 'There will be no such hero.
'She is coming every summer. She is one of the institutions of Kingthorpe. I only wonder how we ever managed to get on so long without her. All that evening was devoted to the packing of hampers, and to general skirmishing.
In a few days she would have left Kingthorpe for ever never to see him again. For ever, and never, are very real words to the heart of youth, which has no faith in time and mutability. After dinner the young people all went straying out into the garden, in the lovely interval between day and darkness.
Thus it was that while Miss Rylance found her bower at Kingthorpe a place of dullness and discontent, Bessie rose every morning to a new day of joy and gladness, which began, oh! so sweetly, in the early morning service, in which John Jardine's deep musical voice gave new force and meaning to the daily lessons, new melody to the Psalms.
And thus Ida's life, full and useful, glided on, and the days went by only too swiftly; for it was never out of her mind that these days of tranquil happiness were numbered, that she was bound in honour to leave Kingthorpe before Brian Walford could feel the oppression of banishment from his kindred.
But here at Kingthorpe, where rustic ignorance was ready to worship beauty and talent for their own sakes, it was still harder for Urania to assert her superiority; while in the depths of her inner consciousness lurked the uncomfortable conviction that she was in many ways inferior to her rival.
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