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He was abstractedly courteous to servants, and he would not, you felt, have given even to an emperor his undivided attention. For the rest, the former wastrel had turned miser, and went noticeably shabby as a rule, but this morning he was trimly clothed, for he was returning homeward from the quarter-sessions at Winstead. "Dreamer!" said the Earl. "I do not wonder that you grow fat."
In fact, before Miss Francie Wright returned that afternoon, Lionel found that he had to take his departure, for there are no trains to Winstead on Sunday, and he would have to walk some three miles to the nearest station. When he declared he had to go, the old lady's protests and entreaties were almost piteous. "You come to see us so seldom, Lionel!
There's the Anglican Sisterhood at East Winstead not that I quite approve of Sisterhoods myself," said Mrs. Rumbold grimly "but I know that in this case the Sisters are doing a good work and for a small annual payment " "I don't much like the idea of a Sisterhood. Do you know of a smaller place an ordinary school perhaps where she could be taken in and clothed and taught and civilised?" "No, Mr.
"We was all equal then, jist like one big, happy family, an' good Parson Winstead was to us like a father. But, goodness me! if I keep gassin' this way, dinner'll never be ready," and she hurried off to the kitchen. When Mrs. Dempster brought Joe from the house he was a greatly changed man. His step was elastic, his head erect and his eyes shone with a new hope.
So Adelais laughed, but a moment later, recollecting the man's cold desire of her, his iron fervors, Adelais shuddered. This was in the court-yard at Winstead. Roger Darke of Yaxham, the girl's cousin, standing beside her, noted the gesture, and snarled. "Think twice of it, Adelais," said he. Whereupon Mistress Vernon flushed like a peony.
"I want the child to be happy," Hubert cried, with some vexation "I want her to be where she will never be taunted with her father's position, where she will be kindly treated, and brought up to earn her own living in a suitable way." "Then," said the Rector, startling both his hearers by the ponderous solemnity of his tones, "send her to Winstead." Hubert turned towards him respectfully.
Fetters, chains, dungeons, death, torture perhaps that is what you must look for now. And you will no longer be held at Winstead, but in the strong Tower at London." "Helas, you speak more truly than an oracle," he gayly assented. And hers was the ageless thought of women. "This man is rather foolish and peculiarly dear to me.
Have a care of me, sweet enemy! I shall escape yet, it may be." "But I will not have you escape," said Adelais. She tossed her glittering little head. "Winstead would not be Winstead without you. Why, I was but a child, my lord, when you came. Have you forgotten, then, the lank, awkward child who used to stare at you so gravely?"
"Dear old Parson Winstead married us in the church, an' then he came over an' had dinner with us. Me an' John had the house all fixed up, an' some of the neighbours helped with the dinner. My, them was great days," and she gave a deep sigh as she stood for a moment looking off across the field.
They were not talking much now; one of them was thinking of a pair of gray eyes. At last they came to a turnstile, and, passing through that, found themselves in one of those wide meadows; at the farther side of it the red-tiled roof, the gray belfry, and slated spire of Winstead Church just showed above the masses of green foliage. They crossed the meadow and entered the churchyard.
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