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Thurnall's." "I think you had better go, Mr. Thurnall," said Mary, quietly. "Indeed you had, boy. Bother poets, and the day they first began to breed in Whitbury! Such an evening spoilt! Have a cup of coffee? No? then a glass of sherry?" Out went Tom. Mrs. Brown had been up, and seen him seemingly sleeping; then had heard him run downstairs hurriedly.
"Oh, quite respectable, sir, as ever I see;" and the lad ushered in a figure, dressed and veiled in deep black. "Well, ma'am, sit down, pray; and what can I do for you!" "Can you tell me, sir," answered a voice of extraordinary sweetness and gentleness, very firm, and composed withal, "if Mr. Thomas Thurnall is in Whitbury?" "Thurnall? He has sailed for the East a week ago.
Fear God and keep His commandments; for this is the whole duty of man..... Yes, I will go down to Whitbury, and he a little child once more. I will take poor lodgings, and crawl out day by day, down the old lanes, along the old river-banks, where I fed my soul with fair and mad dreams, and reconsider it all from the beginning; and then die.
"Come to do myself the honour of calling on you, Mr. Vavasour. I am sorry to see you so poorly; I hope our Whitbury air will set all right." "You mistake me, sir; my name is Briggs!" said Elsley, without turning his head; but a moment after he looked up angrily. "Mr. Armsworth? I beg your pardon, sir; but what brings you here?
He was a Pole, Michaelowyzcki, or some such name. At least, so he said; but he suspected the man to be really a Russian spy." Grace knew that it was Tom: but she went back to her work again, and in due time went home to England. Home, but not to Aberalva. She presented herself one day at Mark Armsworth's house in Whitbury, and humbly begged him to obtain her a place as servant to old Dr. Thurnall.
Moreover, the big neighbouring domain, Whitbury Park, blocked all access to north and west. The owner was an old and invalid peer, who lived a very secluded life and entertained no one. To the south there was nothing for miles but farms and hamlets, while the only near neighbour in the east was a hunting squire, who thought Father Payne kept a sort of boarding-house, and ignored him entirely.
It'll be a saving and a charity, for if he don't get it out of you, he will out of me." And she returned doggedly to her washing. "Can't I do anything for you?" asked Tom, whose heart always yearned over a Berkshire soul. "I have plenty of friends down at Whitbury still." "More than I have. No, sir," said she sadly, and with the first touch of sweetness they had yet heard in her voice.
Tom and Elsley are safe at Whitbury at last; and Tom, ere he has seen his father, has packed Elsley safe away in lodgings with an old dame whom he can trust. Then he asks his way to his father's new abode; a small old-fashioned house, with low bay windows jutting out upon the narrow pavement. Tom stops, and looks in the window.
The news of Alma has just arrived. But he pays a visit to Whitbury first, and there Lord Minchampstead sees him, and his lordship expresses satisfaction at the way Tom conducted the business at Pentremochyn, and offers him a post of queen's messenger in the Crimea, which Tom accepts with profuse thanks.
If you will be so kind as to tell me where and how I shall send it to you, you will take a heavy burden off the mind of "Your obedient humble Servant, who trusts that you will forgive her having been unable to fulfil her promise." She addressed the letter to Whitbury; for thither Tom had ordered his letters to be sent; but she received no answer. The day after Mrs.
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