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'Perhaps we may have the pleasure of seeing you at Thornhaw when you are up again for the examination? said Mrs. Warricombe, with faltering tongue. 'I'm afraid I shan't be able to come, thank you, was the awkward response. Buckland's voice came to the relief. 'I daresay I may look in upon you at your torture. Good luck, old fellow!
When, towards the end of his second year, he grew sufficiently intimate with Buckland Warricombe to walk out with him to Thornhaw, it could be nothing more than a scarcely welcome exception to the rule of solitude. Impossible for him to cultivate the friendship of such people as the Warricombes, with their large and joyous scheme of life.
As if his tact informed him that this inquiry had been a mistake, Warricombe resumed the subject of his family. 'My brother Louis is at home of course you can't remember him; he was a youngster when you were at Thornhaw. The younger boy died some years ago, a pony accident; cut up my father dreadfully. Then there's my sister Sidwell, and my sister Fanny that's all of us.
'Did you know that we were in this part of the country? Warricombe asked, once more speeding ahead. 'I always thought of you in connection with Kingsmill. 'We gave up Thornhaw seven years ago. My father was never quite comfortable out of Devonshire. The house I am taking you to has been in our family for three generations.
'And of the most disagreeable kind. Sidwell reflected, then put another question, but with some diffidence. 'I think you were once fond of geology? It was the first allusion to that beginning of their acquaintance, ten years ago. Peak succeeded in meeting her look with steadiness. 'Yes, I still like it. 'Father's collections have been much improved since you saw them at Thornhaw. 'I hope Mr.
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