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I have not been to Thexford for two years; the house is kept up, of course; I have often intended going there; but there are the other places." "Pity!" said Mr. Clendon, looking straight before him, as if he were calling up a memory. "It is a beautiful place; perhaps the most beautiful you've got " "You've got," muttered Lord Sutcombe, bitterly. Mr. Clendon ignored the interruption.
Indeed, the drawing-room, with the Inigo chimneypieces, is said to be unique. This is the library." She opened a thick mahogany door, and as Celia crossed the threshold an exclamation of ecstatic delight escaped her lips. And not without cause; for the Thexford library is a famous one.
"Have you been staying long in these parts; do you happen to know a place about here called Thexford Hall?" Reggie surveyed him through half-closed eyes for a moment or two; then he said: "Now, I wonder why you asked that.
Clendon, I have been living in a dream since this letter came. I've read it fifty oh, a hundred times! Sometimes I've held it tightly in both hands, afraid that it should turn to a withered leaf, as the paper did in the fairy story, or that I should wake up from my dream and find my hands empty. Do you know Thexford Hall?" "It is a large place, I believe quite a famous one," he said.
Miss Grant is acting as librarian at Lord Sutcombe's house, at Thexford Hall." "Lord Sutcombe!" muttered Derrick, with an imperceptible start. The colour again flooded his face; his gratitude, his joy were so great that, for a moment, they rendered him speechless, and his voice was broken when he could command it.
The journey, which no doubt most of the passengers considered a long one, was to Celia a delightful experience, for she had been immured in London long enough to enjoy the change. Her heart beat fast and her breath came quickly, with suppressed excitement and a touch of anxiety, as the train drew up to the small station of Thexford.
Also another most important question was agitating him: What should he do with it? Presumably, it was Heyton's property; and should be returned to him at once. But why on earth should Heyton come out in the early morning to conceal a morocco-covered box under a bush in Thexford Woods? To say that Derrick was suspicious is to express inadequately the feeling that suddenly assailed him.
He rose, settled his cap, and took two or three steps; but stopped suddenly and, coming back to the table, leant his hands on it and regarded Derrick thoughtfully. "One conjecture, if you will allow me. May we say that the person at Thexford Hall you most particularly wish to avoid is Lord Heyton?" Derrick, speechless for a moment, stared at him; then he nodded.
The rent was only a few shillings a week, and she could well afford to pay it, at any rate until she had decided to sell the furniture. At the bottom of her heart was the desire to keep it, for the sake of its association: perhaps they would let her have it at Thexford Hall?
"I'm all alone in the world for the present," he added, his eyes shining with the hope that glowed in his breast. "That is a strange statement," said Mr. Clendon, his brows raised, his eyes fixed on Derrick's face. "But it's true, unfortunately," said Derrick. "I must be going now, sir. Let me see, Waterloo is the station for Thexford. I'll go there and wait for the first train."
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