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She did not know, she did not care, who had made the arrangements for this dismal ride. All she knew was that all she had left of life seemed confined in the glass case beneath the driver's seat. During the morning, Mrs Trivett had brought in wreaths of flowers from Windebank, Miss Toombs, herself, and her husband.
The heat did not improve the temper of the men, and the ship became to Mark and me a regular hell afloat. Matters were almost as bad with Tom Trivett, but he could hold his own better than we could. One day Mark came to me. "I say, Dick," he exclaimed a common fate had made us equal, and he had long ago dropped the master "I've been hearing that to-morrow we're to cross the line.
'Oh yes, he's quite clean all over! said Trivett; 'but his father's a wealthy barrister. 'Solicitor, Eames corrected, 'and so this Mister Wontner is out for our blood. He's going to make a first-class row about it appeal to the War Office court of inquiry spicy bits in the papers, and songs in the music-halls. He told us so. 'That's the sort of chap he is, said Trivett.
He looked at me very hard, but still did not seem to have a suspicion who I was. This was not surprising, as he did not even know that I had gone to Liverpool. I was so altered, that even my mother would scarcely have recognised me. He, however, asked Tom Trivett who I was. Tom replied that I was a young stowaway, but that he knew no more about me than did the man in the moon.
The following day, Mavis, accompanied by Mrs Trivett and Jill, set out for Swanage. They took train to Dorchester, where they changed into the South-Western system, which carried them to Swanage, after making a further change at ancient Wareham. Arrived at Swanage station, they took a fly to the house of a Mrs Budd, where lodgings, at the doctor's recommendation, had been secured.
So fleeting was this stay, that it almost seemed as if it were a matter of no moment if life should happen to be abbreviated by untimely death. Whilst the girl's mind thus struggled to alleviate its pain and to mend the gaps made by the slings and arrows of poignant grief in its defences, Trivett stumbled downstairs and blundered against the pews as he approached.
As if to escape from its clutch, she ran across the meadows in the direction of Melkbridge, closely followed by Trivett. Memories of the dead child's father crowded upon her as she ran. It seemed that she was for ever alone, separated from everything that made life tolerable by an impassable barrier of pain.
She had no idea who paid the expenses of her illness; she was assured by Mrs Trivett, whom she often questioned on the subject, that there was no cause for uneasiness on the matter. Her health still refusing to improve, a further medical adviser was called in. He suggested foreign travel as the most beneficial course for Mavis to pursue.
It is just here that Captain Trivett was knocked off the bridge of his vessel by the boughs a mishap he warned Tom against before we left England.
And when one does, one's vingers run away with one." "You a farmer?" "At Pennington Varm. My name's Trivett, miss. If ever you would come in to tea, Mrs Trivett would be proud to welcome 'ee." "I should be delighted. Perhaps, if you would like to teach me, I'd have organ lessons." "I get so little time, miss. What day will 'ee come to the varm?" "Next Saturday, if I may," "That's zettled.
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