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She had been abroad for the summer had, in, fact, transferred herself but a few hours earlier from her returning steamer to the little station at Lynbrook and was now, in the bright September afternoon, which left her in sole possession of the terrace of Lynbrook House, using that pleasant eminence as a point of observation from which to gather up some of the loose ends of history dropped at her departure.
You promise me?" "If you like " Amherst had made an attempt to occupy himself with the condition of Lynbrook, one of those slovenly villages, without individual character or the tradition of self-respect, which spring up in America on the skirts of the rich summer colonies.
Now, at any rate, he had his nerves so well under control, and had shown such a grasp of the case, and such marked executive capacity, that on the third day after the accident Dr. Garford, withdrawing his own assistant, had left him in control at Lynbrook.
At the moment of her return the work at the mills made it impossible for him to go to Lynbrook; and thus the weeks drifted on without their meeting. At last, urged by his mother, he had gone down to Long Island for a night; but though, on that occasion, he had announced his coming, he found the house full, and the whole party except Mr.
On the lower shelf of the little table by her bed a few books were ranged: she stooped and drew one hurriedly forth, opening it at the fly-leaf as she went back to Amherst. "There read that. The book was at Lynbrook in your room and I came across it by chance the very day...." It was the little volume of Bacon which she was thrusting at him.
At the same moment she found Wyant advancing with extended hand, and understood that he had concealed the fact of having already seen her. She accepted the cue, and shook his hand, murmuring: "How do you do?" Amherst looked at her, perhaps struck by her manner. "You have not seen Dr. Wyant since Lynbrook?"
She might have known he would not have travelled to Lynbrook for a trifle.... She had expected to find herself cramped, restricted to be warned that she must "manage," hateful word!... But this! This was incredible! Unendurable! There was no money to build the gymnasium none at all!
"Not till tomorrow, you mean?" she added, recovering herself. Amherst hesitated, glancing vaguely up and down the street. At that noonday hour it was nearly deserted, and Justine's driver dozed on his perch above the hansom. They could speak almost as openly as if they had been in one of the wood-paths at Lynbrook. "Nor tomorrow," Amherst said in a low voice.
She had found Bessy ostensibly busy with a succession of guests; no one in the house needed her but Cicely, and even Cicely, at times, was caught up into the whirl of her mother's life, swept off on sleighing parties and motor-trips, or carried to town for a dancing-class or an opera matinée. Mrs. Fenton Carbury was not among the visitors who left Lynbrook on the Monday after Justine's return.
What puzzled her most was Bessy's own silence yet that too, in a sense, was reassuring, for Bessy thought of others chiefly when it was painful to think of herself, and her not writing implied that she had felt no present need of her friend's sympathy. Justine did not expect to find Amherst at Lynbrook.
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