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Updated: April 30, 2025
Clay will do herself the honour of waiting upon you, to pay her respects, before you leave Knowl for your temporary sojourn in another sphere. So, with another deep bow for I had become a great personage all at once he let go my hand cautiously and delicately, as if he were setting down a curious china tea-cup.
'Do you know who this lady is? cried Milly, suddenly. 'She is a prettier lass than thou, answered Beauty. 'She's my cousin Maud Miss Ruthyn of Knowl and she's a deal richer than the Queen; and the Governor's taking care of her; and he'll make old Pegtop bring you to reason. The girl eyed me with a sulky listlessness, a little inquisitively, I thought. 'See if he don't, threatened Milly.
So few things happened at Knowl out of the accustomed routine, that a very trifling occurrence was enough to set people wondering and conjecturing in that serene household. My father lived in remarkable seclusion; except for a ride, he hardly ever left the grounds of Knowl; and I don't think it happened twice in the year that a visitor sojourned among us.
'And in case the poor old gentleman be poot in what you call stone jug, where are we to go my dear Maud to Knowl or to Elverston? You must direct. And so she disappeared, turning the key in the door as before. It was an old custom of hers, locking herself in her room, and leaving the key in the lock; and the habit prevailed, for she left it there again.
Knowl.. took the place of the low word Penny. Works of this convenient stamp, easily obtained and well nourished with matter, are felt to be like rich but unfashionable relations who are visited and received in privacy, and whose capital is used or inherited without any ostentatious insistance on their names and places of abode.
There never was sich like about the place, long as I remember it, till she came to Knowl, old witch! with them unmerciful big bones of hers, and her great bald head, grinning here, and crying there, and her nose everywhere. The old French hypocrite! Mary Quince threw in an observation, and I believe Mrs. Rusk rejoined, but I heard neither.
I saw that day that Cousin Monica had been crying for the first time, I think, since her arrival at Knowl; and I loved her more for it, and felt consoled. My tears have often been arrested by the sight of another person weeping, and I never could explain why. But I believe that many persons experience the same odd reaction.
Dudley Ruthyn's cool and resolute denial of ever having seen me or the places I had named, and the inflexible serenity of his countenance while doing so, did very much shake my confidence in my own identification of him. I could not be quite certain that the person I had seen at Church Scarsdale was the very same whom I afterwards saw at Knowl.
Except a kiss and a few hurried words in the morning when she was leaving, and a pencilled farewell for papa, there was nothing more from Cousin Monica for some time. Knowl was dark again darker than ever. My father, gentle always to me, was now perhaps it was contrast with his fitful return to something like the world's ways, during Lady Knollys' stay more silent, sad, and isolated than before.
Having learned that my departure from Knowl was to be so very soon, she resolved not to leave me before the day of my journey to Bartram-Haugh; and as day after day passed by, and the hour of our leave-taking approached, she became more and more kind and affectionate. A feverish and sorrowful interval it was to me.
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