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Her daughters were growing up, her sons were all at school. For her children's sake, it was time that she should take the lead in the county which their father's fortune and new position entitled them to, and which no one now was likely to grudge them. Shadonake therefore was bought, and the house straightway pulled down, and built up again in a style, and with a magnificence, befitting Mr.

She was glad enough to go over to Shadonake; even to sit alone with Beatrice and her mother was better than the eternal monotony of the vicarage, where she felt like a prisoner waiting for his sentence. Yes, she was waiting. Waiting for some sign from the man she loved.

"To-morrow we shall meet at Shadonake; if you will go near the Bath some time during the day after lunch is over, I will join you there, and you can give it to me; it can be of no possible importance; go in now quickly; good-night. It is my wife." She turned and fled swiftly back to the house through the darkness, and Maurice was left face to face with Helen.

But all this was over by this time, and when my story begins Shadonake new House, as it was sometimes called, was built, and furnished and inhabited in every corner of its lofty rooms, and all along the spacious length of its many wide corridors. One afternoon it is about a week later than that soirée at Walpole Lodge, mentioned in a previous chapter Mrs.

Uncle Tom was thought very much of at Shadonake, and his visits always caused a certain amount of agitation in his sister's mind. To her dying day she would be conscious that in Tom's eyes she had been guilty of a mésalliance. She never could get that idea out of her head; it made her nervous and ill at ease in his presence. She hustled all her notes and cards hurriedly together into her bureau.

Some twenty minutes later there are still two ladies sitting on in the small tea-room, where it is the fashion at Shadonake to linger between the hours of five and seven, who alone have not yet moved to obey the mandate of the dressing-bell. "What is the good of waiting?" says Beatrice, impatiently; "the train is often late, and, besides, he may not come till the nine o'clock train."

"Fiddlesticks!" was Maurice's rejoinder. "There are no laws to prevent young women falling in love, or the world would not be in such a confounded muddle as it frequently is. Don't be downhearted, Pryme; you stick to her, and it will all come right; and look here, if they won't ask you to Shadonake, I ask you to Kynaston; drop me a line, and come whenever you like as soon as you get home."

At the soft touch he shivered. "It was dreadful, was it not? But then, I am not perfect, and I liked the idea of being rich, and I had never loved I did not even know what it meant. And then I met you long ago your photograph had arrested my fancy; and do you remember that evening at Shadonake when I first saw you?" Could he ever forget one single detail of that meeting?

All these moral dissertations have been called forth because Vera Nevill went to stay for a week at Shadonake. If she had known what we none of us know the future, she doubtless would have stayed away. Fate a beneficent fate, indeed made, I am bound to confess, a valiant effort in her behalf.

Many little things in the past, which he had scarcely remembered at the time, came back to his memory little details of that week at Shadonake, when Maurice had lived in the same house with her, whilst he had only gone over daily to see her.

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