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They thought it best to take no notice of her. Only, when reaching the new small station, where the "resonant steam eagles" were, for the first time, beheld by the innocent Stowbury ladies, there arose a discussion as to the manner of traveling. Miss Leaf said, decidedly "Second class; and then we can keep Elizabeth with us."
Robert Lyon had, half an hour ago, told her and she had had to hear it as a piece of simple news, to which she had only to say, "Indeed!" that to day and to-morrow were his two last days at Stowbury almost his last in England. Within a week he was to sail for India. There had befallen him what most people would have considered a piece of rare good fortune.
We intend to leave Stowbury and going to live in London." "Going to live in London!" Now, quick as her tact and observation were her heart taught her these things Elizabeth's head was a thorough Saxon one, slow to receive impressions. It was a family saying, that nothing was so hard as to put a new idea into Elizabeth except to get it out again.
Ascott sighed, drew his rusty coat sleeves across his eyes, and sat contemplating his boots, which were any thing but dandy boots now. "Elizabeth, what relation was Tom to you? If I had known you were acquainted with him I should have been afraid to go near him; but I felt sure, though he came from Stowbury, he did not guess who I was; he only knew me as Mr. Smith; and he never once mentioned you.
The sisters read this letter, passing it round the table, none of them apparently liking to be the first to comment upon it. At length Hilary said: "I think that reference to poor Henry is perfectly brutal." "And yet he was very kind to Henry. And if it had not been for his common sense in sending poor little Ascott and the nurse down to Stowbury the baby might have died.
So Elizabeth made every thing ready for them, steadily putting Tom Cliffe out of her mind. One thing she was glad of, that talking so much about his own affairs, he had forgotten to inquire concerning hers, and was still quite ignorant even of her mistresses' name. He therefore could tell no tales of the Leaf family at Stowbury.
Now it was not to be expected that she should recognize in this London stranger the little lad whose life she had saved a lad, too, from her beloved Stowbury without a certain amount of emotion, at which the individual in question broadly stared. "Bless your heart, I am Tommy Cliffe from Stowbury, sure enough. Who are you?" "Elizabeth Hand." Whereupon ensued a most friendly greeting.
Altogether Tom Cliffe was decidedly interesting, and Elizabeth took great pleasure in looking at him, and in thinking, with a certain half motherly, half romantic satisfaction, that but for her, and her carrying him home from under the horse's heels, he might, humanly speaking, have been long ago buried in Stowbury church yard.
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