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She turned toward the head of the valley. Perhaps she might find a house which would take her in. The driver had said there was a farm which let lodgings in the summer. She had money some pounds at any rate; that was all right. And she was not hungry. She had arrived at a junction station five miles from Whinborough by a night train.
Catharine beckoned to old David, the shepherd, and she, with David and Meynell, went across, out of hearing, into the tiny dining-room of the cottage. Meanwhile the horses and man who had brought the travellers from Whinborough had to be put up for the night, for the man would not venture the return journey. Meynell had soon heard what there was to tell.
Yur like an oald kneyfe, I can mak' nowt o' ya', nowder back nor edge. Mrs. Thornburgh wrung her fat short hands in despair, making little incoherent laments and suggestions as she saw him about to depart, of which John at last gathered the main purport to be that she wished him to go back to Whinborough for her precious parcel.
Leyburn, who was strolling about the garden. She at once informed him with much languid plaintiveness that Catherine had gone to Whinborough for the day, and would not be able to join the picnic. Elsmere stood still. 'Gone! he cried. 'But it was all arranged with her yesterday! Mrs. Leyburn shrugged her shoulders. She too was evidently much put out. 'So I told her. But you know, Mr.
Thornburgh was left protesting to the vicar's incredulous ears that never never as long as she lived would she have Mrs. Seaton inside her doors again. 'Her manners cried the vicar's wife, fuming 'her manners would disgrace a Whinborough shop-girl. She has none positively none! Then suddenly her round comfortable face brightened and broadened out into a beaming smile
Leyburn, who was strolling about the garden. She at once informed him, with much languid plaintiveness, that Catherine had gone to Whinborough for the day, and would not be able to join the picnic. Elsmere stood still. 'Gone! he cried. 'But it was all arranged with her yesterday! Mrs. Leyburn shrugged her shoulders. She too was evidently much put out. 'So I told her. But you know, Mr.
But Catharine's needlework often dropped unheeded from her fingers; and the pages of Mary's book remained unturned. The postman who brought letters up the dale in the morning, and took letters back to Whinborough at night, had just passed by in his little cart, hooded and cloaked against the storm, and hoping to reach Whinborough before the drifts in the roads had made travelling too difficult.
He, on his side, informed her that on his way to Scotland he had bethought himself that he had never seen the Lakes, that he had stopped at Whinborough, was bent on walking over the High Fell pass to Ullswater, and making his way thence to Ambleside, Grasmere, and Keswick. 'But you are much too late to-day to get to Ullswater? cried Rose incautiously. 'Certainly.
Thornburgh! And not a word for him for him to whom she had given her promise? She had gone to Whinborough to avoid him, and she had gone in the brusquest way, that it might be unmistakable. The young man stood with his hands thrust into the pockets of his long coat, hearing with half an ear the remarks that Mrs. Leyburn was making to him about the picnic.
After he had turned his horse and started on the return journey to Whinborough, he looked back once or twice. But the high walls of the lane hid the lady from him. Hester, however, did not go very far up the lane. She sank down very soon on a jutting stone beneath the left-hand wall, with her bag beside her, and sat there looking at the little house.
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