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Her lips parted, but only a little moan came from them. He heard the rush of her skirts, and saw her spring forward. He was left alone upon the hilltop. Runton was apparently enjoying the relaxation of having got rid of practically the whole of its guests for the day. The women servants were going about their duties faithfully enough, but with a marked absence of any superfluous energy. Mr.
A paper was left in your charge by Miss Phyllis Poynton at the time she was visiting at Runton Place." "What of it?" Duncombe asked. The Frenchman's face was suddenly tense with excitement. He recovered himself almost at once, but his voice shook, and a new earnestness found its way into his manner. "Miss Poynton and her brother are with us," he said. "It is we who have been their benefactors.
"Just in time, aren't we?" Lady Runton remarked, as she brought the horses to a standstill. "Help me down, Jack, and look after Miss Fielding, Sir George. By the bye, have you two met yet?" Duncombe bowed he was bareheaded and held out his hands. "I saw Miss Fielding for a moment last night," he said, "or rather I didn't see her. We were introduced, however.
At Cromer and eastward, with abundant lignite beds and mammalian remains, and with cones of the Scotch and spruce firs and wood. At Runton, north-west of Cromer, expanding into a thick freshwater deposit, with overlying marine strata, elsewhere consisting of alternating sands and clays, tranquilly deposited, some with marine, others with freshwater shells. 4.
Roby's farm, at Runton you'll know Mr. Roby? 'Not I, replied Mr. Sponge, hoisting himself into the saddle, and holding out a hand to take leave of his host. 'Good night, sir; good night! exclaimed Mr. Peastraw, shaking it; 'and have the goodness to tell Mr. Crowdey from me that the next time he comes here a bush-rangin', I'll thank him to shut the gates after him.
Best I could do for you. "Ever yours sincerely, Duncombe had breakfasted alone. Pelham had asked for something to be sent up for him, and Spencer, after a cup of coffee in his room, had gone out. Duncombe did not hesitate for a moment. He started at once for Runton Place. A marvellous change had taken place in the weather since the previous day.
"Those people were not common adventurers. By the by, George, have you got over your little weakness yet?" he added with a smile. Duncombe shrugged his shoulders. "Nearly made a fool of myself, didn't I?" he remarked, with a levity which did not sound altogether natural. "She was an uncommonly fascinating young woman," Lord Runton said, "but she didn't seem to me very old at the game.
A few minutes before ten the following morning a mounted messenger from Runton Place brought the following note for Duncombe: "RUNTON PLACE, Friday Morning. "MY DEAR DUNCOMBE, Fielding has cried off the shoot to-day. Says he has a motor coming over for him to try from Norwich, and his dutiful daughter remains with him. Thought I would let you know in case you cared to come and look them up.
"The fact is," Duncombe interposed, "there is a girl staying at Runton Place whose voice Pelham declares is exactly like Phyllis Poynton's, and whose general appearance, I will admit, is somewhat similar to the photograph I showed you. It is a coincidence, of course, but beyond that it is absurd to go. This young lady is a Miss Fielding.
"I like the sound of that better, Duncombe," he remarked. "Hullo! What's the matter with Runton?" Lord Runton was calling to them. "You've had a visitor who was in a hurry, old chap!" he remarked. "Send for a lantern." Duncombe concealed his annoyance. "I don't want to alarm the whole household," he said. "I've a little electric torch in my study. I'll fetch that." He brought it out.
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