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We must get this part of it first learn the place of her stay in the early stage of their separation, during the period of Manston's arrival here, and so on, for that was where she was first communicated with on the subject of coming to Knapwater, before the fire; and that address, too, was her point of departure when she came to her husband by stealth in the night you know the time I visited you in the evening and went home early in the morning, and it was found that he had been visited too.
After a few additional remarks, she gently signified that she wished to put an end to the interview. The steward took the hint and retired. Manston went to his desk and thought of Cytherea's beauty with the bitterest, wildest regret. After the lapse of a few minutes he calmed himself by a stoical effort, and wrote the subjoined letter to his wife: 'KNAPWATER, November 21, 1864.
When, a few minutes later, she saw the postman carry off the bag containing one of the letters, and a messenger with the other, she, for the first time, asked herself the question whether she had acted very wisely in writing to either of the two men who had so influenced her. The foremost figure within Cytherea's horizon, exclusive of the inmates of Knapwater House, was now the steward, Mr.
He did not inquire where she came from, as she paid a week in advance, but she gave her name as Mrs. Manston, referring him, if he wished for any guarantee of her respectability, to Mr. Manston, Knapwater Park. Here she lived for three weeks, rarely going out. She slept away from her lodgings one night during the time.
'It is strange, she pondered, 'that this my last night in Knapwater House should be disturbed precisely as my first was, no occurrence of the kind having intervened. As the minutes glided by the noise increased, sounding as if some one were beating the wall below her window with a bunch of switches.
And whilst the man was carrying out and putting in one box, which was sufficiently portable for the gig, Manston still thought, as his eyes watched the process 'But for my wife, Springrove might have been my rival. He examined the lamps of his gig, carefully laid out the reins, mounted the seat and drove along the turnpike-road towards Knapwater Park.
It was the most unlikely thing on earth that a woman who had forsaken her husband should countenance his scheme to personify her whether she were in America, in London, or in the neighbourhood of Knapwater. Then came the old and harassing question, what was Manston's real motive in risking his name on the deception he was practising as regarded Anne.
At eight o'clock the coachman crept up to the House almost upon his hands and knees, entered the kitchen, and stood with his back to the fire, panting from his exertions in pedestrianism. The kitchen was by far the pleasantest apartment in Knapwater House on such a morning as this.
The local Hunt had met for the day's sport on the open space of ground immediately in front of the steward's residence called in the list of appointments, 'Old House, Knapwater' the meet being here once every season, for the pleasure of Miss Aldclyffe and her friends.
Finding Miss Aldclyffe gone, she dressed herself and sat down at the window to write an answer to Edward's letter, and an account of her arrival at Knapwater to Owen. The dismal and heart-breaking pictures that Miss Aldclyffe had placed before her the preceding evening, the later terrors of the night, were now but as shadows of shadows, and she smiled in derision at her own excitability.
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