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An hour or two more they spent in gliding up the narrow channel of that salt-water swamp, which at high tide appeared so glittering from the Thornhurst road. When approached, it was a muddy chaos, desolate as an uninhabited world. They went as far up-stream as the little steamer could run, and then landed on the bank which abutted on some rushy meadows.
Uncle Brian talked, though in a rather fragmentary and brief fashion, of Kingcombe and of the changes he found. He never by any chance mentioned any other place than Kingcombe, until Nathanael happened to ask him where Duke was this morning? "He has ridden out." "But I wanted to see him, and thank him for being so kind to my poor little wife. Where has he gone?" "To Thornhurst."
When I want a good character I shall be sure to come to Harriet Dugdale. And now, what is the news with the little wife! whom I have yet to bid welcome to Thornhurst. Welcome Mrs. Locke Harper."
She was different, and he too. Neither knew how or when the change came but it was there. She did so miss him, when, having taken them safe to Thornhurst, and told her "that she might stay there as long as Anne needed her, but no longer" ah, that happy "but!" he went away to his own little house at Kingcombe, and busied himself there for three days.
"Here's the gate. I'll open it. Now we get into Anne Valery's property," said Harrie, as she leaped down and leaped up again, mocking Nathanael's "brown study." "What a change!" Agatha cried. "I have not seen such trees in Dorsetshire." "They seem indeed to have grown on purpose for Anne. Her grandfather built Thornhurst. A queer desolate spot to choose, but it's a perfect little nest of beauty.
By some happy chance her feet were well shod, and now, gathering her wits as she went, she put on the shawl not the bonnet, her head burned so, and felt so wild Just then, far into the darkness, she heard wheels rolling and rolling. It was Mrs. Dugdale driving along rapidly towards Thornhurst but without one slash of the whip or one word of conversation with Dunce.
"To Thornhurst, to meet Mr. Trenchard and some other folk. You must start immediately." Mr. Harper glanced towards his wife, who had dropped his arm; not pointedly, but as though release were welcome. "What, couldn't it leave its pet again?" cried Harrie, laughing. "Bless it, nobody demands that terrible sacrifice. Do you think Anne would invite husbands without their wives?
There was a slight difficulty about her being driven to Thornhurst, as she insisted on her husband's keeping quiet at home. Harrie made a dozen plans and counter-plans, until they were all frustrated by Brian Harper's rising from the corner, where he had sat motionless. "If you will allow me, I will drive you there." "Thank you." There was no more said about it; they started. Mr.
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