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Lady Mary Vallance sounds rather nice, I think." Just then the squire came out of the shop, and they soon started rapidly homewards. "Mary," said Jackie, squeezing himself close up to her, when they were well on the way, and lowering his voice mysteriously, "I've got a secret to tell you." Jackie's secrets were never very important, and Mary was not prepared to be interested in this one.
But Mrs Vallance grudged them nothing, and if she could have found it in her heart to envy anyone, it would have been Mrs Chelwood at the White House, who had a nursery and school-room full of children. On the morning after the gypsies had passed, the Reverend Austin Vallance was out even earlier than usual in his garden.
Slowly he swayed Master Vallance backward and forward, while over the dark face rippled a succession of leers, grins, and grimaces, which had the effect of making Master Vallance feel thoroughly uncomfortable. Nor did the stranger's speech, when speech came, carry much of reassurance. "Bestir thee, drowsy serving-slave of Bacchus," the stranger chanted, in a pompous, high-pitched voice.
Say, haven't you got the price of a couple of drinks about you er what's your name " "Dawson," said Vallance. "No; I'm sorry to say that I'm all in, financially." "I've been living for a week in a coal cellar on Division Street," went on Ide, "with a crook they called 'Blinky' Morris. I didn't have anywhere else to go.
Even when he thought of the girl, it was as of an inhabitant of one of those remote stars at which he gazed. He remembered the absurd antics of his companion and laughed softly, yet without a feeling of mirth. Soon the daily army of milk wagons made of the city a roaring drum to which they marched. Vallance fell asleep on his comfortless bench.
Mrs Vallance cast a glance of triumph at her husband, but forebore to say anything, in consideration of his depressed condition; then she rushed hurriedly upstairs to see the new wonder. And thus began baby's life in her third home, and she brought nothing of her own to it except her one little clog. The village of Wensdale was snugly shut in from the rest of the world in a narrow valley.
She turned her head away again, and five minutes afterwards the service was over and the congregation clattering out of the church. As she stood in the porch waiting for the Chelwood children the strange woman came quickly up to her, and, bending down, said hurriedly: "Might I ask, missie, what your name is?" "My name's Mary Vallance," said Mary.
"God help us!" I groaned, for I felt that I had done wrong in opening the hatches; but there was no time for repining. Directly the waves had passed on, rushing out at the sides, where they had torn away the bulwarks, I ran to the mouth of the hold, for I felt that Mr Vallance and the poor fellow with him must have been drowned.
On New Year's Eve it fell on a Sunday Tom Vallance, my brother-in-law, asked me to tea with him and his family in Clapham, where he lived. That is a pleasant place, a suburb of London on the southwest, and I was glad to go. And so I drove out with a friend of mine, in a taxicab, and was glad to get out of the crowded part of the city for a time. I did not feel right that day.
But they have not gone down to posterity as examples of wisdom. No, Vallance, I'm not afraid of you." Mr. Vallance leaned back in the cab, biting his nails savagely, and thinking. It seemed as if he was trying to find an answer for Mr.
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