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For the first time, now, I noticed as I watched him that Lockwood's eyes, too, were a trifle stary, though not so noticeable as Whitney's. "Let me see," continued Whitney, "your concessions are all about here, in the north, aren't they?" Lockwood drew a pencil from his pocket and made several cross- marks over the names of some towns on the large map.
An hour or two afterwards it was known throughout Longville, and the news was on the way to Botfield, that the master of Botfield works was dead. Three months later in the year, when the new house at Fern's Hollow was quite finished, with its dairy and coal-shed, and a stable put up at Mr. Lockwood's desire, a large party assembled within the walls.
If one understood her kind, knew how to make allowances, knew just how seriously to take her eyes and her "cheek," no great harm was done. Otherwise, consequences were very apt to follow. Hicks was one of those who from the very first had understood. Hicks was the manager of the mine, and Lockwood's chief in a word, the boss.
Easterday that you're wanting, you've made a fortunate mistake. This is Mrs. Lockwood's house. But I happen to know an Easterday an Adair Easterday; he's a personal friend. Perhaps he's the man you're looking for. If so, I can give you his address." This sally was greeted with a quiet, rather mocking laugh. He was using his eyes, trying to form an estimate of the visitor.
No one spoke to him. For even a deeper disgrace had now befallen the dragoons in the loss of their standard left behind in Lockwood's house. "What a pitiful mess!" whispered Boyd. "Is there nothing to be done but sit here and see the red beasts yonder sack the town?" Before I could answer, I caught the sound of distant firing on the Lewisboro road.
"Oh, no, sir," Duncan parroted glibly: "don't smoke, drink, swear, and on Sundays I go to church." The bland smile with which he faced Lockwood's keen scrutiny disarmed suspicion. "I'm glad to hear that," Blinky told him. "I'm at the head of the temp'rance movement here, and I hope you'll join us, and set an example to our fast young men." "I feel sure I could do that," said Duncan meekly.
As she hovered there across the threshold, a faint perfume drifted up to him like the intoxicating romance of June rose-gardens under moonlight. She, too, seemed to have suffered a surprise at hearing the tones in which he had spoken. "His address! Oh, no, it wasn't Mr. Easterday I was wanting. I only supposed If Mrs. Lockwood's at home, I should like to see her."
It was sixteen miles by stage from Iowa Hill to Colfax, on the line of the Overland Railroad, and all of a hundred miles from Colfax to San Francisco. To Lockwood's mind this isolation was in itself an attraction.
"I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth." But that is not the real end, any more than Lockwood's arrival at Wuthering Heights is the beginning.
She had fingers for anything, and never stood fast whatever came in her way. While many others in her position would have sat wondering and despairing, she arose, stuck to her task, got it done, and if she had any time, she did the wondering afterwards. Go when you would to Sally Lockwood's house, it was always tidy, and there was a clean chair for you to sit upon.
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