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He had been looking out in vain for a sight of her now from the oak-tree, now from his bay mare's back, as he haunted the roads about Thornwick, now from the window of the little public-house where the path across the fields joined the main road to Testbridge: but not once had he caught a glimpse of her. He had seated himself where he could not fail to see her if she were in the Thornwick pew.
At Thornwick, Tom had been descried in the yard, by the spying organs of one of the servants a woman not very young, and not altogether innocent of nightly interviews. Through the small window of her closet she had seen, and having seen she watched not without hope she might be herself the object of the male presence, which she recognized as that of Tom Helmer, whom almost everybody knew.
"I hope to goodness," returned Godfrey, almost fiercely, yet with a dash of rude indifference, "you are not concerned in this business!" he was about to use a bad adjective, but suppressed it. "I am concerned in it," said Mary, with perfect quietness. "You knew what was going on?" cried Wardour. "You knew that fellow there came prowling about Thornwick like a fox about a hen-roost?
After a year or so, Mrs. Wardour began to take a little notice of her again; but she never asked her to Thornwick until she found herself dying. Perhaps she then remembered a certain petition in the Lord's prayer. But will it not be rather a dreadful thing for some people if they are forgiven as they forgive? Old Mr.
Upround, drawing nearer to the doctor, "who is that highly distinguished stranger who can not get away from the Thornwick Inn? What made him come to such a place in dreadful weather; and if he is ill, why not send for Dr. Stirbacks? Dr. Stirbacks will think it most unkind of you; and after all he did for dear Janetta.
She had heard of Tom's death through "The Firefly," which had a kind, extravagant article about him, but she had not once thought of his widow and there she was, a hedge across the path she wanted to go! If the house of Durnmelling had but been one story higher, that she might see all round Thornwick!
Durnmelling was built by an ancestor of Godfrey's, who, forsaking the old nest for the new, had allowed Thornwick to sink into a mere farmhouse, in which condition it had afterward become the sole shelter of the withered fortunes of the Wardours.
She went, therefore, one Sunday evening, to Thornwick, and requested to see Mr. Wardour. It was plainly an unwilling interview he granted her, but she was not thereby deterred from opening her mind to him. "I fear, Mr. Wardour," she said, " I come altogether without authority but I fear Letty has been rather hurried in her engagement with Mr. Helmer.
It might, the letter said, prove but a dull place to her after the gayety to which she had of late been accustomed, but it might not the less suit her present sad situation, and possibly uncertain prospects. Letty's heart felt one little throb of gladness at the thought of being again at Thornwick, and in peace.
Widow Precious had a mind of uncommonly large type, so lofty and pure of all petty emotions, that if any one spoke of the Thornwick Inn, even upon her back premises, her dignity stepped in and said, "I can't abide the stinkin' naam o' un." Of this persistently noble regard of a lower institution Mr.
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