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And at the same moment an image of their parting on the stairs at Bannisdale rose on the dark. She saw his tall head bending herself kissing the breast of his coat. At last they came out above the great prospect of moss and mountain.
Polly, for her part, hated him. "My worrd, he do taak!" said she. And every Sunday he preached against Catholics, and the Pope, and such like. And as there were no Catholics anywhere near, but Mr. Helbeck at Bannisdale, and a certain number at Whinthorpe, people didn't know what to make of him.
The shooting days at Bannisdale were almost done, since the land had dwindled to a couple of thousand acres, much of it on the moss. But there were still two or three poor coverts along the upper edge of the park, where the old Irish keeper and woodman, Tim Murphy, cherished and counted the few score pheasants that provided a little modest November sport.
And the difficulty is, what is she to do? If she goes to Bannisdale, she exiles Mr. Helbeck. Yet, if his sister is really in danger, Mr. Helbeck naturally will desire to be at home." "And they can't meet?" "Under the same roof and the old conditions? Heaven forbid!" said Mrs. Friedland.
It appeared that she had discovered a pony carriage for hire in the little village near the bridge, and once or twice during this fortnight, he learned from Augustina that she had spent the afternoon at Browhead Farm, while the Bannisdale household had been absorbed in some function of the season. Augustina disliked the news as much as he did, and would throw up her hands in annoyance.
Why does one feel a culprit all through? Absurdity! Is one to be mewed up all one's life, to throw over all fun and frolic at Mr. Helbeck's bidding Mr. Helbeck, who now scarcely sets foot in Bannisdale, who seems to have turned his back upon his own house, since that precise moment when his sister and her stepdaughter came to inhabit it?
Father Leadham, who had been leaning with some languor against the high, carved mantel, while Father Bowles and Augustina babbled beneath him, began to take increasing notice of Miss Fountain, and of her relation to the Bannisdale household.
Mason's heavy lids blinked a moment, then she said with slowly quickening emphasis, like one mounting to a crisis: "Wat art tha doin' wi' Bannisdale Hall? What call has thy feyther's dowter to be visitin onder Alan Helbeck's roof?" Laura's open mouth showed first wonderment, then laughter. "Oh! I see," she said impatiently "you don't seem to understand.
"How am I ever going to bear it all these months?" she asked herself. But the causes which had brought Laura Fountain to Bannisdale were very simple. It had all come about in the most natural inevitable way. When Laura was eight years old nearly thirteen years before this date her father, then a widower with one child, had fallen in with and married Alan Helbeck's sister.
"Oh! an I'd clean forgot," she faltered "as he must be stayin at Bannisdale as yo wad be seein him." "I see so many of them," said Laura wearily. She took up her bag, that had been leaning against the stile. "Now, good-bye!" Suddenly Polly's eyes brimmed with tears. She flung an arm round the slim childish creature. "Laura, whatever did you do it for?
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