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He wondered whether Jim saw she was cleverly imitating Evelyn's graceful languidness. After a few moments she indicated the dark oak paneling and old furniture. "That's your proper background, Jim, when you frown. It's plain that you belong to Langrigg. When you fought the Scots and hunted wolves I expect you often looked like you looked just now." "But I didn't fight the Scots," Jim objected.
"However, I imagine it has generally been for the advantage of the family." Bernard nodded. "Well, I suppose your objects are sometimes good, as far as you see, though I doubt if you always see far enough. But I wondered whether you had gone to Langrigg. It's possible Janet has made some plot for Jim's advantage." "I hardly imagine him a promising subject for experiments."
"Why, of course," said Carrie, and Bernard waited until she sat down. Although he thought she knew his importance, she was not anxious to please him; but she did not assert her independence. The girl had an ease of manner he approved and, if she remained at Langrigg, would soon acquire the touch of polish she needed. But he pulled himself up. In the meantime, he was going too fast.
I hadn't long, but I wanted to be just right," Carrie answered with a blush. Then she laughed. "You're very nice, Jim; but do I really fit in?" "Marvelously," Mordaunt interposed. "If my opinion is worth much, you look as if you belonged to Langrigg. That is, you go back, beyond our times, to the folks who built the peel to keep out the Scots." Jim nodded.
The linesman had excited his curiosity; it was strange the fellow knew about Langrigg. Then he was obviously a man with rather unusual qualities and character; his books indicated this. Dick resolved to find out something about him when he returned. By and by the other linesman came in with a mule-tail buck, and when Dick gave him Jim's message sat down by the telegraph.
"There's something of Langrigg about it; something you don't feel at Whitelees. The stone is curious." "I believe it was brought from a distance, but, in a sense, Bernard Dearham built Dryholm of iron." "Somehow it looks like that," Carrie remarked. The car stopped in front of a plain arch and Bernard received the party in the hall, where they found Mrs.
A feeling of antagonism had sprung up and perhaps he had let this influence him. "It's unfortunate Jim was obstinate," Mrs. Halliday went on. "His keeping these people is awkward, but after all it will cost him most, and he is one of us ." "Jim has Langrigg," said Mordaunt, smiling. "Our duty is to acknowledge and, if needful, indulge him." "I don't like you when you're ironical," Mrs.
"It's quiet and calm at Langrigg and I've worked hard. You folks don't get busy all the time, like us in Canada." Bernard laughed. "There are a large number of busy people in this country, and for a long time I, myself, worked rather hard." He paused and looked down the table with ironical humor. "I was thought eccentric and my relations did not altogether forgive me until I got my reward.
"For all that, my inquiry was perhaps justified. The girl is unformed, but she's beautiful and I think she's clever." "You can leave Miss Winter out. Now I suppose you have cleared the ground and there's something else?" Mordaunt made a deprecatory gesture. "I'll be frank, because I don't want you to make mistakes. If you are going to stay at Langrigg, you owe something to the family and yourself.
The strange thing was, Jim's notion of dyking the marsh annoyed him more than all; the annoyance was perhaps illogical, but he could not conquer it. Mordaunt was a naturalist and a wildfowler, and did not think there was in England such a haunt of the Lag and black geese as Langrigg marsh. Now Jim, with rude utilitarian ideas, was going to drive the geese away.
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