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Updated: May 4, 2025
Any one reading the face of Lovering would have seen a change in its expression, the evidence of some quickly formed purpose, and he would have seen also something more than simple admiration of the beautiful girl leaning on the arm of his friend. His manner toward Whitford became more hearty.
I put you in her keeping, while I am gone to Whitford. After that, I dare say Richard will be very glad to have a holiday, and let you drive me to Abbotstoke." Norman rose, and wearily walked upstairs, while his sister lingered to excuse herself. "Papa, I did not think Euripides would hurt him he knows it all so well, and he said he could not read anything else." "Just so, Ethel.
"Go to him quietly, and say that his mother is going home and wants him. Speak low, if you please." Mrs. Whitford stood with a throbbing heart as the waiter passed down the room. The tempter was before her son offering the glass of wine, which he yet refused. She saw him start and look disconcerted as the waiter spoke to him, then wave the glass of wine aside. But he did not stir from him place.
'I know he would; and, continued Ethel, as innocently as she could, 'shall you see the Wards? 'Why, said Tom, in his deliberate voice, 'that is just one thing; I want particularly to see Henry. I had a talk with Wright this morning, and he tells me that young Baines, at Whitford, is going to the dogs, and the practice coming in to him.
"Are you really going to capture them, Tom?" asked the custom officer. "I'm going to try," was the answer, as Koku came back to say that the anchor was dragging over the stern by a long rope. "You work the light, Mr. Whitford," cried Tom. "I'm going to relieve Mr. Damon in the pilot house. He can help you here. It will be all over in another minute."
This had to be abandoned when Miss Whitford handed him a quite unnecessary cup of tea and a superfluous plate of toasted English muffins. He wished his hands had not been so big and red and freckled. Also he had an uncomfortable suspicion that his tow hair was tousled and uncombed in spite of his attempts at home to plaster it down.
But she never would let him teach her to catch perch, would she? She was always too tender-hearted. Ah, squire, when we're dead and gone, dead and gone, squire, they'll be the pride of Whitford still! And they'll keep up the old place won't you, my darlings? And the old name, too! For, you know, there must always be a Lavington in Whitford Priors, till the Nun's pool runs up to Ashy Down.
So that Lancelot was fain to give up his questions and content himself with longing for the reappearance of this inexplicable sage. A few mornings afterwards, Lancelot, as he glanced his eye over the columns of The Times, stopped short at the beloved name of Whitford.
Whitford, the laboratory ah! where the amount of labour done within the space of a year would not stretch an electric current between this Hall and the railway station: say, four miles, which I presume the distance to be.
And so beside her father's sick-bed she thought of the keeper only as a scorpion whom she had helped to warm into life; and sighing assent to her mother, when she said, 'That wretch, and he seemed so pious and so obliging! who would have dreamt that he was such a horrid Radical? she let him vanish from her mind and out of Whitford Priors, little knowing the sore weight of manly love he bore with him.
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