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Above the eastern fells scarlet feather-clouds were hovering; the sun rushed upon them as she looked; and in that blue dimness to the north lay Bannisdale. She sprang up, stared half aghast at the black depths of the quarry, beside which she had been sleeping, then searched the fell with her eyes. Yes, there was the upward path.
The hero, moreover the Jesuit novice himself was well known to them both. "So Miss Fountain's relations belong to that peasant class?" said the Jesuit, musing. "How curious that she should find herself in such a double relation to you and Bannisdale!" "Consider me a little, if you please," said Helbeck, with his slight, rare smile.
Levens Hall, it appeared, was to be let for the spring the famous Elizabethan house, five miles from Kendal, and about a mile from Sizergh. I had already seen Levens; and we took the chance at once. Bannisdale in the novel is a combination, I suppose, of Sizergh and Levens.
Dec. 1900. By Basil Champneys. Geo. Dealing as both do so largely with the inner life of English Catholic society, it is hardly possible to avoid comparing and contrasting One Poor Scruple with Helbeck of Bannisdale, one the work of a Catholic who knows the matter she is handling, almost experimentally; the other the work of a gifted outsider whose singular talent, careful observation, and studious endeavour to be fair-minded, fail to save her altogether from that unreality and
She had not frequented the orphanage in her off-time for nothing; and she was perfectly aware of the anxiety with which the Catholic friends of Bannisdale must needs view the re-entry of Miss Fountain. Sister Rosa, who spoke French readily, wondered whether it had not been after all "reculer pour mieux sauter."
Mr Harrison accuses the ladies of the Idylls of soul-bewildering casuistry, like that of women in Middlemarch or Helbeck of Bannisdale. Now I am not reminded by Guinevere, and Elaine, and Enid, of ladies in these ethical novels.
She felt a passionate conviction that she was trapped, that he had planned the whole catastrophe, knowing well what would be thought of her at Bannisdale in the neighbourhood. She looked round her, making a desperate effort to keep down exhaustion and excitement. The main-line train had just gone, and the station-master, with a lantern in his hand, was coming up the platform.
When at last the bridge over the Bannisdale River came in sight, he began to check the pony. "Let's drive on a bit," he said entreatingly. "No, no I must get back to Mrs. Fountain." And she took the reins from his hands. "I say, when will you come again?" "Oh, I don't know." She had put on once more the stand-off town-bred manner that puzzled his countryman's sense.
And now what was there left to give? But she slept more peacefully for Mrs. Mason's visit with Augustina's letter of summons under her hand. The day was still young when Laura reached Bannisdale. Never had the house looked so desolate. Dust lay on the oaken boards and tables of the hall. There was no fire on the great hearth, and the blinds in the oriel windows were still mostly drawn.
And as for death warrants, we're all in God's care, you know don't forget that." He smiled with a kindly concern and pity on the old man. But Scarsbrook shook his head. "It wur t' Bannisdale Lady," he repeated; "I've often heerd on her often and noo I've seen her." "Well, to-morrow you'll be quite proud of it," said Helbeck cheerfully. "Come, and let me put you into the cart.
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