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"Yes that is, it stands on the Sefton estates, I believe, but nobody hereabouts would seem anxious to dispute my right of occupying the place. "Why not?" "Because it is generally supposed to be haunted." "Oh!" "It was built by some wanderer of the roads," I explained, "a stranger to these parts, who lived alone here, and eventually died alone here." "Died here?"
Sefton?" he asked in a deep, hoarse voice; "is he at home, Madame?" Ever since the elder Mr. Sefton had brought his young foreign wife home, now more than thirty years ago, the people of Riversborough had called her Madame, giving to her no other title or surname.
Put him in the corner. No more japes for Campbell. Now, Sefton!" "You devils! You young devils!" This and much more as Sefton was punted across the carpet by skilful knees. "'The bleatin' of the kid excites the tiger. We're goin' to make you beautiful. Turkey, make the lather. We're goin' to shave you, Seffy, so you'd better lie jolly still, or you'll get cut. I've never shaved any one before."
A lonely childhood is a sad thing; no success nor happiness in after life seems to make up for it." "I understand what you mean; father always says children claim happiness as a right." "It is most certainly their prerogative; but I fear I am boring you with my reminiscences." "Not at all; you are giving me a great pleasure, Mr. Sefton.
Sefton was a proud, ambitious woman, but she was not wholly without feelings, and she had always been fond of Bessie. The girl's sweetness and humility, her absence of all assumption, the childlike way in which she threw herself upon her womanly kindness, touched Mrs. Sefton's cold heart, and she kissed the wet, flushed cheek. "Don't cry, Bessie.
"The Lady Sophia Sefton of Cambourne!" said I, rubbing my chin. "Why, that's just it," roared the baronet; "she's a reigning toast most famous beauty in the country, London's mad over her she can pick and choose from all the finest gentlemen in England. Oh, it's 'good-by' to all your hopes of the inheritance, Peter, and that's the devil of it." "Sir, I fail to see your argument," said I.
"I knew it," he answered, "but I never felt it before." "And I never felt it till I saw it in my son," continued the old man, sadly; "but there are other sins besides dishonesty, of a deeper dye, perhaps, in the sight of our Creator. If Roland Sefton had met with a more merciful man than I am he might have been saved."
Why, I declare if Mac has not taken up his quarters under your table. I suppose he approves of Miss Daisy as much as I do." Edna chatted after this fashion as she tripped down the oak staircase, while Bessie followed her more slowly. They found Mrs. Sefton in a somewhat ruffled mood.
Markham and walked with her into one of the smaller parlours, where Mr. Sefton, Winthrop, Raymond, Redfield and others were discussing a topic with an appearance of great earnestness. "It is certainly a mystery, one of the most remarkable that I have ever encountered," said the Secretary with emphasis, as Prescott and Mrs. Markham joined them.
Upon the bench nearest the door sat a working-man, in worn-out clothes, whose gray hair was long and ragged, and whose whole appearance was one of poverty and suffering. She was passing by, when a gleam of recognition in the dark and sunken eyes of this poor man arrested her. Could he possibly be Roland Sefton?
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