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Updated: June 14, 2025
"I think it would be possible I think it would be just if Miss Puttenham were to empower you to go to your Bishop. He too has rights!" said Catharine, her clear skin reddening. Meynell paused: then spoke with hesitation. "Yes that I possibly might do if you permit me?" He turned again to Alice. "Go to him go to him at once!" she said with a sob she could not repress. Another silence.
The remarkable language of Sir Ralph's will, the position of Miss Hester in the Fox-Wilton family, your relation to her and to to Miss Puttenham." Meynell's composure became a matter of some difficulty, but he maintained it. "What was there abnormal or suspicious in any of these circumstances?" he asked, his eyes fixed intently on his visitor.
Only ten days more here," and this time it was Mary who sighed, deeply, unconsciously. The face above her changed unseen by Mary. "You've liked being here?" "Yes very much." "It's a dear little house, and the woods are beautiful." "Yes. And I've made a new friend." "You like Miss Puttenham so much?"
He had left Hester with Alice Puttenham, in a state which Meynell interpreted as at once alarming and hopeful; alarming because it suggested that there might be an element of passion in what had seemed to be a mere escapade dictated by vanity and temper; and hopeful because of the emotion the girl had once or twice betrayed, for the first time in the experience of any one connected with her.
Youth, selfishly pitiless youth, the supplanter and destroyer stood embodied in the beautiful creature looking down upon Alice Puttenham, on the still intensity of the plaintive face, the closed eyes, the hands holding the miniature. Mischievously the girl came closer. She took the stillness before her for sleep. "Auntie! Aunt Alsie!" With a start, Alice Puttenham sprang up.
Barron, following her gesture, perceived through the half-open door two figures standing in the road on the farther side of a bit of village green. Meynell, who had just emerged from Maudeley Park upon the highroad, had met Alice Puttenham on her way to pay an evening visit to the Elsmeres, and had stopped to ask a question about some village affairs.
"How can legal action be taken?" interrupted Barron roughly. "Whatever may be the case with regard to Meynell and her identification of him, Judith Sabin's story is true. Of that I am entirely convinced." But he had hardly spoken before he felt that he had made a false step. Flaxman's light blue eyes fixed him. "The story with regard to Miss Puttenham?" "Precisely."
"Quite right. Has Miss Puttenham been looking after her?" "She's been most kind, sir, most attentive, she have," said the postman warmly, his long hatchet face breaking into animation. "Lucky for you!" said the Rector, walking away. "When she cuts in, she's worth a regiment of doctors. Good-day!"
He had a look of bad company which displeased her; and she resented what seemed to her an inclination to stare at the pretty women especially at Hester, and Miss Puttenham. Heavens! if that odious father had betrayed anything to such a son! Surely, surely it was inconceivable!
Elsmere, that you have received one of the anonymous letters that are being circulated in this neighbourhood, and I presume also from what I see that Miss Puttenham has given you her confidence. We must think calmly what is best to do. Now the first person who must be in all our minds is Hester."
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