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She stopped, blushing hotly, and tried in vain to look unconcerned. "No, Mr. Raymond. Only Mr. Rose wants me to motor down to Willowhurst with him about some books and it's such a lovely day!" "You like motoring?" Barry could not resist a sympathetic smile.
They were his sole guests; and beneath his kind and courteous manner, Toni lost her shyness and charmed her host by her girlish simplicity and directness. It happened that the conversation turned on the bungalows which lined the banks of the river as it flowed through Willowhurst; and presently Mr. Anson asked a question. "You've got Vyse down there, haven't you?
She put out a friendly little hand, which the young man seized in a fervent grasp. "My cousin Fanny told me you were coming down to Sutton." "Yes. I had to change here. It's an awkward little journey." He was gazing at her fixedly, but withal so respectfully that Toni could not take offence. "You are, I believe, a resident of this little riverside colony of Willowhurst?"
I want some books from my house down at Willowhurst to verify some quotations in an article I am writing for the next number of the Bridge." "Yes, Mr. Rose?"
"Well, he's going to Sutton, three miles from Willowhurst, and I truly believe it's because he wants to be near you!" She had succeeded in arousing Toni's interest at last. "Leonard Dowson? Do you mean the dentist? But what on earth will he do in Sutton?" "Look at people's teeth, I suppose," returned Miss Gibbs practically.
Although Willowhurst was comparatively far from town there were a good many visitors on the river during the summer months. There was a perfect reach for punting just here, and many people came down to occupy the bungalows built on the opposite bank to that on which Greenriver stood. To Owen these little summer dwellings were in the nature of an eyesore.
At first Owen had asked Toni to come up to town with him, to do some shopping or go to a matinée, but London in summer was no novelty to Toni, and she infinitely preferred to stay at Willowhurst and amuse herself in her own way. One night it chanced that Owen arrived home much earlier than usual. The weather had broken a day or two previously, and the air was heavy with thunder.
There was a coppery glow in the sky which presaged a storm, and puffs of hot air blew gustily into his face; but it would be fresher at Willowhurst, and if the storm should break there would be a delightful hour or two afterwards, when the earth, cooled by the rain, would send up its incense of sweet odours into the summer darkness, and the evening breeze would bring refreshment to weary, throbbing brows.
"That village over there is Willgate, noted for an old Saxon arch in its church. My mother used to go over there to evening service, I remember. She liked it better than our own church the one you can just see peeping between the trees. The village Willowhurst, I mean lies round this bend.
At half-past five on that same afternoon Jim Herrick and his dog were strolling across the meadows leading from the river to the village of Willowhurst.
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