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The trailing gown and ragged lace shawl became a danger signal which we would all flee from, an it were not sprung upon us too suddenly. We had a shrewd suspicion that the tears Mrs. Sheehy shed so freely were of the variety known as crocodile. Rumour had it that Mick once out of the way she was to be accommodated comfortably for life as a lodgekeeper to one of those emigrating ladies.
She could skate! Clinton River remained frozen over; the ice grew thicker and the lodgekeeper and Samuel reported each morning that it was perfectly safe. The boys from the Academy, too, appeared. Nancy was not much interested in them only curious. Even the girls of her own class seemed to be very desirous of making acquaintances among the Academy boys.
He pressed a button by the side of the gate, and a lodgekeeper came out, and Peter, according to orders, gave the name "Arthur G. McGillicuddy." The lodge-keeper went inside and telephoned, and then came back and opened the gate, just enough to admit Peter.
"This" proved to be a newly built lodge which appeared on the left of the road. Stafford slowed up, and a lodgekeeper came and flung open the new and elaborately wrought iron gates. "This the way to to Sir Stephen's house?" asked Stafford. The man touched his hat reverentially. "Yes, sir," he replied. "Sir Stephen's arrived. Came an hour ago." Stafford nodded, and drove on.
He gave her an ironical, low bow; then looked once more at Arthur. 'If I can be of no further use to you, perhaps you would leave me to my own reflections. The lodgekeeper will give you the exact address of the village constable. Arthur did not answer. He stared into vacancy, as if he were turning over things in his mind. Then he turned sharply on his heel and walked towards the gate.
And a rickshaw-man had told the lodgekeeper, whose wife told the wife of one of the cooks, who told the head waiter, that there was some connection between these visitors and the rich Fujinami. All the boy sans knew what the Fujinami meant; so here was a cornucopia of unwholesome secrets.
She threw off her fit of depression and chatted gaily all the way up to the house. "I've told Dad you're a very serious young man," she remarked, as they reached the drive; "so you'd better live up to your reputation." Vane groaned. "Your sins be upon your own head," he remarked. "I've already had one serious dissertation this morning from old John, who used to be lodgekeeper at Rumfold."
At last the old lodgekeeper pulled up the latch; and as the young man passed his window, called out in a hoarse voice, "Monsieur Granville, here is a letter for you." The young man took the letter, and in spite of the cold, tried to identify the writing by the gleam of a dull lamp fast dying out. "From my father!" he exclaimed, as he took his bedroom candle, which the porter at last had lighted.
I went to Lord Lepel's house sorely against my will; longing already for the day when it would be time to say good-by. The routine of my uncle's establishment had remained unaltered since my last experience of it. The one change that presented itself was a change out of the house. Death had removed the lodgekeeper at the park-gate.
Time had done something for him mentally, insomuch as he had read a great many books and cultivated his mind in the monotonous quiet of Fellside. Altogether he was a superior man for the passage of those forty years. He had married within the time, choosing for himself the buxom daughter of a lodgekeeper, whose wife had long been laid at rest in Grasmere churchyard.
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