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"It is a haunted house somewhere Birchington way the professor is after, I believe, sir." "Luck favors me!" said Malling to himself, unscientifically, as he walked away from the house. On the following day it was in a singularly expectant and almost joyously alert frame of mind that he bought a first-class ticket for Whitstable-on-Sea, which is the station for Tankerton.
"You can get on without me quite well, of course," continued the rector. "Are you going to be away long?" said Chichester. "No; I think only for a week or so. The doctor says I absolutely need a breath of fresh air." Malling got up to go. "I hope you'll enjoy your little holiday," he said. "Are you going far?" "Oh, dear, no. My doctor recommends Tankerton on the Kentish coast.
Strange that this time yesterday she had been wildly in love with him! Strange, too, that this time to-morrow he would be dead! She was immensely glad she had saved him this afternoon. To-morrow! There came back to her what he had told her about the omen at Tankerton, that stately home: "On the eve of the death of a Duke of Dorset, two black owls come always and perch on the battlements.
The rector's revelation on the previous night had well repaid him for his journey; then the air of Tankerton really rejoiced him; and he would have speech of the professor. "I shall lay it before Stepton," he had said to Mr. Harding the previous night, after they had parted from the professor. And he had spoken with authority. Mr.
I have obligations to others, and I fear, when we were together at Tankerton, I forgot them. A word of assurance from you that Professor Stepton knows nothing of our conversation will set at rest the mind of Yours sincerely, Marcus Harding. As soon as he had read this communication, Malling realized that he had been right in his supposition that a new reserve was growing up in Henry Chichester.
My tenantry are delightful creatures, and there is not one of them who remembers the bringing of the news of the Battle of Waterloo. When a new Duchess is brought to Tankerton, the oldest elm in the park must be felled. That is one of many strange old customs. As she is driven through the village, the children of the tenantry must strew the road with daisies.
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