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Vancourt died with the birth of the child, and he and the baby and the nurses all came back here and he never stirred away again himself till death took him at full gallop, which is 'ow he always wished to die. But poor Miss Maryllia " And Mrs. Spruce sighed dolefully "'Twas hard on her, seein' him ride off so gay and well and cheery in the early mornin' to be brought home afore noon a corpse!

There never was a gentler, sweeter woman than Maryllia Vancourt, and perhaps there never was one more basely or more systematically calumniated!" The Bishop took a turn up to the farther end of the room. Then he came back and confronted Walden with an authoritative yet kindly air. "Look me straight in the face, John!" John obeyed.

The maid, Nancy Pyrle, was hustled off to 'wait on Miss Vancourt upstairs, and don't be clumsy with your 'ands, whatever you do! Primmins, the butler, was sent to remove the tea-things from the morning-room, at which command he turned round somewhat indignantly, asking 'who are you a-orderin' of; don't you think I know my business? Spruce himself, unhappily coming by chance to the kitchen door to ask if it was really true that Miss Vancourt had arrived, was shrilly told to 'go along and mind his own business, and so it happened that when Bainton appeared, charged with the Reverend John Walden's message concerning the Five Sisters, he might as well have tried to obtain an unprepared audience with the King, as to see or speak with the lady of the Manor.

One uncomfortable memory however sat prominently in a corner of his brain like the mocking phantasm of a mischievous Puck, pointing its jeering finger and reminding him of the fact, not to be denied, that but a short while ago, he had made up his mind to dislike, ay, even to detest, that mysterious composition of white and rose, blue eyes and chestnut- gold hair, called Maryllia Vancourt, that he had resolved she would be an altogether objectionable personage in the village HIS village of St.

Primmins opened the door to them with his usual well-trained and imperturbable demeanour. "Miss Vancourt is not at home?" began Roxmouth tentatively. "Miss Vancourt has left for the Continent, my lord," replied Primmins, sedately. Longford exchanged a swift glance with his patron. The latter gave a slight, weary shrug of his shoulders. "Miss Bourne." began Longford then. "Miss Bourne and Mr.

"Why not?" said Walden; "Pray say anything you like to me, Miss Vancourt; I should be a very poor and unsatisfactory sort of creature if I could not bear any criticism on my vocation. Besides, I quite agree with you. The early Church had certainly more faith than it has now."

Meanwhile, Maryllia Vancourt, lying wide awake on her bed in the long unused room that was to have been her mother's, experienced various chaotic sensations of mingled pleasure and pain. For the first time in her life of full womanhood she was alone, independent, free to come or go as she listed, with no one to gainsay her wishes, or place a check on her caprices.

His clear-cut face, white skin and sandy hair shone all together with an oily lustre in the moonlight; there was a hard cold gleam in his eyes. "It would be a pretty little story for the society press," he said, after a pause "How the bewitching Maryllia Vancourt resigned the brilliancy of her social life for a dream of love with an elderly country clergyman! By Heaven! No one would believe it!

Oh, here it is, 'a most undesirable neighbour." And he read on:"I allude to Miss Vancourt, the only child of the late Robert Vancourt who was killed some years ago in the hunting field.

'twould a' been a real Gospel mercy! an' 'ow 'twas all about Miss Vancourt, till Mr. Hadderley 'e come up an throwed 'im over in the road on 'is back which makes me think all the better o' that young man, 'owsomever, I never took to 'im afore.