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Two years had at first been thought of as the period of patience. Charles had a situation as clerk in a shipping office at Westhaven, a small seaport about twenty miles off, and his mother was designing to go to keep house for him, when he announced that his banns had been asked with the daughter of the captain and part-owner of a small trading vessel of the port.
What a contrast to her own austere and handsome home in Westhaven, now the property of her uncle and aunt, Mr. Richard Fenton and Miss Victoria Fenton. If Memory Frean and her uncle had not ceased to care for each other perhaps there would have been no little House in the Woods. Tory finished her supper and her reflections. "Memory Frean, what is it Miss Mason wished you to talk about to me?
"You won't find Kara upstairs in her old room. Let me show you where she is," a voice called, as Tory placed her foot on the first stair. The big room had been a back parlor in the days when the Gray House had been the residence of a prosperous farmer. This was before the village of Westhaven had drawn so close to it.
'Not more than we could bear now that we are in for it, but I fear it would excite jealousies. 'Is that worse than leaving the poor child to Westhaven society all the holidays? 'Perhaps not; and Conny is old enough now to be more injured by it than when she was younger. 'You know I have always hoped to make her like a child of our own when her school education is finished.
His real surname was Jones, and he was probably a Samuel Jones whose name Lord Northmoor had noted as a boy on board David's ship. He belonged to a decent family in a country village, but had run away to sea, and was known at Westhaven by this nickname. He had a brother settled in Canada, who had lately written to propose to him a berth on one of the Ontario steamers, and it was poor Mrs.
He was by this time anxious since he was by the end of three weeks quite well, and fairly strong to go down to Westhaven, and learn all he could about the circumstances of the fate of his poor little son; and only delayed till he thought his wife could spare him. Lady Adela urged him at last to go.
'Yes, said Constance. 'My friend, Rose Rollstone, who lives just by our house at Westhaven, and was going back to London the night that Mite was lost, wrote to me that she was sure she had seen his face just then. She thought, and I thought it was one of those strange things one hears of sights at the moment of death. So I never told of it, but now I cannot help fancying 'Oh!
Tory was possessed of sufficient knowledge of the world to appreciate this fact as indicating an unusual sweetness and poise upon the part of their English visitor. Obviously Edith Linder came of simple people. Her father and mother had been poor farmers and were now working in a factory in Westhaven. Edith made no pretense of anything else and had not received a great deal of education.
The Tyrolean nurse had been sacrificed to those notions of training which the Westhaven party regarded as so harsh.
The urgency of the inquiry somehow seemed to dispose her to cry, as if she thought she had been naughty, and she had to be dismissed to the cowslip ball. 'If the child is right, that man cannot be her father at all, said Lord Northmoor. 'That man's name is Rattler, and he is well known at Westhaven. 'Should you know him? 'I never saw him, but I could soon find those who have done so.
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