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Updated: June 15, 2025


The time is fast coming when its rights will be disputed, if its duties are not performed. I have got a new interest in you, and I mean to see that you do your duty. It's settled you are to leave Windygates to-day. Is it arranged how you are to go?" "Yes, Sir Patrick. Lady Lundie has kindly ordered the gig to take me to the station, in time for the next train." "When are you to be ready?"

"Yes." "If there is any thing I can do for you ?" "There is nothing, my love." "There may be. If you want to see me, we can meet at Windygates without being discovered. Come at luncheon-time go around by the shrubbery and step in at the library window. You know as well as I do there is nobody in the library at that hour. Don't say it's impossible you don't know what may happen.

In the autumn of the same year the summer-house was the lively gathering-place of a crowd of ladies and gentlemen, assembled at a lawn party the guests of the tenant who had taken Windygates. The scene at the opening of the party was as pleasant to look at as light and beauty and movement could make it.

The same night, on their way to the fields, they observed with dismay a light in one of the windows of the house. What did the light mean? It meant, in the first place, that the lawsuit was over at last. It meant, in the second place that the owner of Windygates, wanting money, had decided on letting the property.

The situation of Windygates had been skillfully chosen in that part of the county where the fertile lowlands first begin to merge into the mountain region beyond. The mansion-house was intelligently laid out, and luxuriously furnished. The stables offered a model for ventilation and space; and the gardens and grounds were fit for a prince.

Two days later Ham Farm was deserted by the guests. Lady Lundie had gone back to Windygates. The rest had separated in their different directions. Sir Patrick, who also contemplated returning to Scotland, remained behind for a week a solitary prisoner in his own country house.

Could a man, in his position of life, reason in this brutal manner? could he act in this merciless way? Surely the thought of what he was about to do must have troubled him this time! Pause for a moment and look back at him in the past. Did he feel any remorse when he was plotting the betrayal of Arnold in the garden at Windygates? The sense which feels remorse had not been put into him.

The marriage is to be solemnized on the scene of my bereavement. My old wound is to be reopened on Monday next simply because my step-daughter has taken a dislike to Windygates." "This day week, then, is the day of the marriage?" "Yes. This day week. There have been reasons for hurrying it which I need not trouble you with. No words can say how I wish it was over. But, my dear Mrs.

Ham Farm possessed neither the splendor of Windygates nor the picturesque antiquarian attraction of Swanhaven. It was a perfectly commonplace English country seat, surrounded by perfectly commonplace English scenery. Snug monotony welcomed you when you went in, and snug monotony met you again when you turned to the window and looked out.

Inchbare suddenly entered the room with her cap-ribb ons flying, her eyes staring, and her bones looking harder than ever. "Eh, mistress!" she said to Anne. "Wha do ye think has driven here to see ye, from Windygates Hoose, and been owertaken in the storm?" Anne was speechless. Arnold put the question: "Who is it?" "Wha is't?" repeated Mrs. Inchbare.

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