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It is to be supposed that he was sitting down to the task he had set himself to forget Farlingford. There was a great reception at the Hotel Gemosac that night, and after twenty years of brooding silence the rooms, hastily set in order, were lighted up. There was, as the Marquis had promised, no man or woman present who was not vouched for by a noble name or by history.
There is a creek, you know, runs down from Maiden's Grave to the river." "Ah!" answered Colville, thoughtfully, almost as if the creek and the large lug-sail against the sky explained something which he had not hitherto understood. "I thought he might have come with you this evening," he added, after a pause. "For I suppose everybody in Farlingford knows why we are here.
There was one little indulgence which Abercrombie Smith always allowed himself, however closely his work might press upon him. Twice a week, on the Tuesday and the Friday, it was his invariable custom to walk over to Farlingford, the residence of Dr. Plumptree Peterson, situated about a mile and a half out of Oxford.
The girl, tall and strong, walking with the ease that comes from health and a steadfast mind; the eager, restless boy running and jumping by her side. Barebone must have seen them as soon as they saw him. They were part of Farlingford, these two. He had a sudden feeling of having been away for years, with this difference that he came back and found nothing changed.
He knew all about Miriam, for he was in the confidence of Mrs. St. Pierre Lawrence. He knew that that lady wondered why Miriam preferred Farlingford to the high-bred society of her own circle at Royan and in Paris. He thought he knew why Loo Barebone showed so little enterprise.
No man better fitted to play the game than yourself; for you have wit and quickness," went on this friend and mentor, with a little pressure on his companion's arm. "But you will have to put your back into it, you know." "What do you mean?" "Well I noticed at Farlingford a certain reluctance to begin. It is in the blood, I suppose.
And, therefore, before I go any farther, I think it best to tell you that I am not what I am pretending to be. I am pretending to be the son of the little Dauphin, who escaped from the Temple. He may have escaped from the Temple; that I don't know. But I know, or at least I think I know, that he is not buried in Farlingford churchyard and he was not my father.
But I am not the person to cast a slur, since I am one of the poor of Farlingford myself, and owe it to charity to the charity of the rectory that I can read and write." "But it came to you very naturally," observed Marvin, looking vaguely across the marshes to the roofs of the village, "to suggest that those who live in cottages are of a different race of beings "
On the contrary, it is going splendidly," answered Barebone, gaily; and Captain Clubbe ducked his head down again over the papers of the French custom-house. "It is going splendidly, but " He paused. Half an hour ago he had no thought in his mind of Captain Clubbe or of Farlingford.
Some prescient females went so far as to state that they could see quite distinctly in the elder gentleman's demeanour a sense of comfort and consolation at the knowledge thus tactfully conveyed to him that he was not the first of his kind to be seen in Farlingford.
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