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Though the market town of Old Manninglea was only eight miles distant, the roundabout journey thither by rail offered such difficulties that Dale hired a dog-cart from the Roebuck and drove his wife across by road.
In the early days after their visit to Old Manninglea she had tormented herself with fears that he would attempt to force a renunciation of benefits from that quarter, and she had determined never to yield to so preposterous an exercise of authority; but now she felt certain that he would not thus drive her to open revolt.
He noiselessly slipped from the bed, huddled on some clothes, washed his face in cold water at the kitchen sink, and let himself out of the house. The open air refreshed him almost as much as sleep could have done. He walked nearly five miles and back on the Manninglea Road, and would not even glance at the busy sorting-room when he came in again.
To his right lay Vine-Pits Farm; to his left lay the Cross Roads, the Barradine Arms, the clustered cottages. He ran on, in ditch after ditch, under hedges and banks, swinging left-handed in a wide detour till he came to the last of the fields and the highroad to Old Manninglea. But he had to wait here. He saw laborers on the road, and waited till they were gone.
"Oh, you're very clever, you Londoners. I don't doubt you can all see through a brick wall. Yes, I'm from the country but I'm beginning to know my way about the town too. Ever bin on a steamboat to Rodhaven?" "Rodhaven? No, sir." Then Dale told the waiter about the heaths and downs and woods that lie between Rodhaven and Old Manninglea.
Its gardens surpassed belief; royal persons came hundreds of miles to look at them. And the wild historic woodland of Manninglea Chase was famous, it was said, all over Europe. Talking thus, she seemed as gay and careless as a child of ten. Mr.
"Brave Deed at Manninglea Cross Station" that was something that made her feel faint every time she thought of it, and she trembled now as she read in the snippet of how there had been a frightened dog on the line between the platforms, and how Will had jumped down in front of the approaching train and whisked the dog out of danger just in time.
She, like almost everybody else in the village except Mavis Dale and Mary, had known the news for hours; but she was greedy for the more and more particularized information that every newcomer brought with him along the road from Manninglea. "How was the body taken to the Abbey?" "Sent one of the carriages." "Oh, dear!"
People nowadays came here from Rodchurch and Manninglea on Sunday afternoons, making it the goal for wagonette drives, wandering up and down, and gaping at a scene rendered interesting to them merely because it had once been the background of tragedy; and Mavis was thinking more of these Sunday visitors than of the dead man, as she hurried through the sunlight so near the spot where he had lain staring with glassy eyes throughout the darkness of a July night.
"I know you mean what you say," said Dale cordially; "but we're for Old Manninglea business appointment." "Then I mustn't hinder you. But look in on your way back. Your servant, madam." Mavis liked the fresh clean complexion and the silvery white hair of Mr.
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