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For Ecclesthorpe had a name in its county, owning two families of hereditary professionals, as well as a lord of the manor, who, before the war, had kept wicket in three Test Matches, while the workman's club from Millsborough, captained this year by Dixon Mallaby, a 'Varsity Blue, had already a quarter of a century's repute of being hard to beat.
And I warn you the police too know all about it, and are on the watch. They may have tracked you here to-night for all I know." "Not they! I passed one bobby fellow on the hill, going safely away north, as I came down. I was scarcely three yards from him, and he never twigged. And the other's gone to Millsborough.
"I have recently met with good fortune in my profession, and am settling down as a man of business in the neighbourhood of Millsborough, with considerable prospect of success. "In the happy days when it was my privilege to pick up unconsidered scraps of your father's scientific wisdom, I kept, jotted down in a notebook, many items for future use.
"I'm going over to-morrow to a little service a Thanksgiving service at Millsborough. I took the girls to church to-day but I love my own people!" Her face glowed a little. "Unitarian service, you mean?" "Yes we've got a little 'cause' there, and a minister. The service will be about six, I think. The girls will manage.
They say he was a brute to her. And she was awfully handsome. You couldn't forget her when you'd once come across her. And when I saw Miss Henderson drivin' one of the wagons in the Millsborough Harvest Festival, a fortnight ago, I could have sworn it was Mrs. Delane. But, of course, it was my mistake." "Where did you see Mrs. Delane?" "Once at her own place.
No need to bother about ounces of butter, or spoonfuls of cream. Of course they sold all they could, but they could still feed their few guests well better, perhaps, than any of the folk in the villa houses round Millsborough. "Yes! and no one's leave to ask!" She threw out her arms in a vehement gesture as she turned away from the glass. It was the gesture of a wild bird taking flight.
These slight signs of movement, however, had quickly disappeared. Darkness and silence resumed possession of the farm, and he had had no difficulty in finding his way unmolested through the trees to the main road, and to the little town, five miles nearer to London than Millsborough, at which he had taken a room, under his present name of Wilson.
"Oh, you know these parts?" said the other, removing his pipe for a moment and looking down on his companion. "Well, not exactly." The reply was hesitating. "My grandfather went out to Canada from a place near here sixty years ago. I used to hear him and my mother talk about Millsborough." "Beastly hole!" said the other, replacing his pipe. "I don't agree with you at all," said the other angrily.
On this same September afternoon, a dark-eyed, shabby woman, with a little girl, alighted at Millsborough Station. They were met by a man who had been lounging about the station for some time and whose appearance had attracted some attention. "See him at a distance, and you might take him for a lord; but get him close, my word!
Much as he disliked Melchard and his indefinitely unpleasant reputation, he was not going to have his match spoiled by the beating and kicking to a jelly of a scented and dandified Millsborough dentist. So, ignoring Melchard, he went up to Sam Bunce. "I am afraid your daughter is hardly as strong as you thought, Mr. Bunce," he said.
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