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I can't imagine what could a-made 'm break loose this way. He must a-had cause, sir " "He had," one of the passengers, a coconut planter from the Shortlands, interjected. The steward threw him a grateful glance and continued. "He's a good dog, sir, a most obedient dog, sir look at the way he minded me right in the thick of the scrap an' come 'n' lay down.
It seems to him, and to me too, that Primrose is just the sort of girl he wants, and if she will come and live with us at Shortlands, he will pay her something for giving him a couple of her hours daily thus, you see, she will be earning her living and will be quite independent.
The child treasured her drawing, carried it about with her, and showed it, with a silent embarrassment, to everybody. 'Look, she said, thrusting the paper into her father's hand. 'Why that's Looloo! he exclaimed. And he looked down in surprise, hearing the almost inhuman chuckle of the child at his side. Gerald was away from home when Gudrun first came to Shortlands.
She was quite willing, given a studio, to spend her days at Shortlands. She disliked the Grammar School already thoroughly, she wanted to be free. If a studio were provided, she would be free to go on with her work, she would await the turn of events with complete serenity. And she was really interested in Winifred, she would be quite glad to understand the girl.
The next person she came across was a little boy of about her own age, and he was kind, and took her hand, and put her once more in the right direction, so that, foot-sore and weary, the poor little traveller did reach the lodge-gates of Shortlands about nine o'clock.
'Ah, well, the fault of that lies with yourself, he said, and he felt a little exultation, that he had made this speech. He was still so strong and living! But the nausea of death began to creep back on him, in reaction. Gudrun went away, back to Winifred. Mademoiselle had left, Gudrun stayed a good deal at Shortlands, and a tutor came in to carry on Winifred's education.
Do you remember that outlandish-looking governess who came up here for a week to try to keep Frankie in order before we sent him to school? Oh, what a blessing it is to have that boy at school! Do you remember Miss Martineau, Joseph?" "There was an authoress of the name, my love; but surely she died before we came to Shortlands?" "Joseph, how stupid you are!
From the windows of Shortlands, on that fatal day, could be seen the flare of fire in the sky not far off, and now the little colliery train, with the workmen's carriages which were used to convey the miners to the distant Whatmore, was crossing the valley full of soldiers, full of redcoats.
As the birds were whistling for the first morning, and the hills at the back of the desolate lake stood radiant with the new mists, there was a straggling procession up to Shortlands, men bearing the bodies on a stretcher, Gerald going beside them, the two grey-bearded fathers following in silence. Indoors the family was all sitting up, waiting. Somebody must go to tell the mother, in her room.
The old idea of marriage was right even now marriage and the home. Yet her mouth gave a little grimace at the words. She thought of Gerald and Shortlands marriage and the home! Ah well, let it rest! He meant a great deal to her but ! Perhaps it was not in her to marry. She was one of life's outcasts, one of the drifting lives that have no root. No, no it could not be so.
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