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'He rents the little Tudor cottage under the cliff year by year, for the sake of his yachting for he won't go near the regular stations. He's got his boy at school at Stoneborough, and stays here all the winter.
He was conscious of nothing but his book; however, she found the logarithms, and brought them to Mr. Ernescliffe, staying to look at his drawing, and asking what he was making out. He replied, smiling at the impossibility of her understanding, but she wrinkled her brown forehead, hooked her long nose, and spent the next hour in amateur navigation. Market Stoneborough was a fine old town.
He grieved indeed to leave his sisters in this desolate, unhealthy place; but they were as essentially safe as at Stoneborough; their living alone for a few weeks, or at most months, would be far less remarkable here than there; and he would be likely to be able to improve or to alter their present situation, whereas they were now sinking deeper and more hopelessly into poverty every day.
The usual Stoneborough fashion was to collect all the christenings for the month into one Sunday, except those for such persons as thought themselves too refined to see their children christened before the congregation, and who preferred an empty church and a week-day.
Exceedingly sociable, he soon visited every one far and wide, and went to every sort of party, from the grand dinners of the "county families," to the tea-drinkings of the Stoneborough ladies a welcome guest at all, and enjoying each in his own way.
"But this is our first grown-up one, mamma," said Valetta. "There was only a sale of work before." They all laughed, and Lance said "To Stoneborough they seem like revenues -at least sales of work, for I can't say I understand the distinction." "Recurring brigandages," said General Mohun. "Ah! Uncle Reggie has never forgotten his getting a Noah's ark in a raffle," said Mysie.
He was the founder of thirteen almshouses, and had endowed two scholarships at Oxford, the object of ambition of the Stoneborough boys, every eighteen months.
The fence at this end was down, and, on entering the field, a gleam of light met his eye on the ground a cloud of smoke, black figures were flitting round it, pushing brands into red places, and feeding the bonfire. "What have you been doing?" exclaimed Norman. "You have got yourselves into a tremendous scrape!" A peal of laughter, and shout of "Randall and Stoneborough for ever!" was the reply.
Wilmot had looked on, and given his help, but he was preparing to leave Stoneborough, and there was great concern at the parting with such a friend. Ethel, especially, mourned the loss to Cocksmoor, and, for though hers had been the executive part, his had been the head, and he was almost equally grieved to go from the newly-begun work.
I wish I had gone to Stoneborough before coming out here, now that I see what a gratification it would have been if I could have brought a fresh report of old Dr. May. Among these ungracious omissions is what I now am much concerned to think of, that I never went to see Lilias when I committed my child to her charge; nor talked over her disposition.
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