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Her brilliant colouring, her gestures as fresh and untamed as the movements of the leaping river outside, the mixture in her of girlish pertness and ignorance with the promise of a remarkable general capacity, made her a most taking, provoking creature. Mrs. Thornburgh much recovered in mind since Dr.
The modern house, though it only contained sufficient accommodation for Mr. and Mrs. Thornburgh, one guest and two maids, would have seemed palatial to those rustic clerics of the past from whose ministrations the lonely valley had drawn its spiritual sustenance in times gone by.
The strong reticent nature was outraged by the perception that she had been for days the unconscious actor in a drama of which her sisters and Mrs. Thornburgh had been the silent and intelligent spectators. She came down presently from her room, very white and quiet; admitted that she was tired, and said nothing to anybody.
The sisters, remembering how she had come in upon them with that look of one 'lifted up, understood why she had not noticed, and refrained from further questions. 'Well, it is to be hoped the young man is recovered enough to stand Long Whindale festivities, said Rose. 'Mrs. Thornburgh means to let them loose on his devoted head to-morrow night. 'Who are coming? asked Mrs. Leyburn eagerly.
Seaton was severely turning over a photograph book. In her opinion the violin was an unbecoming instrument for young women. Miss Barks sat upright with the studiously neutral expression which befits the artist asked to listen to a rival. Mr. Thornburgh sat pensive, one foot drooped over the other.
'My dear Catherine! she cried, effusively kissing Catherine's glowing cheek under the shelter of the laurustinus that made a bower of the gate. 'My dear Catherine! Catherine gazed at her in astonishment Mrs. Thornburgh eyes were all alive, and swarming with questions. If it had been Rose she would have let them out in one fell flight. But Catherine's personality kept her in awe.
She had asked them, however; and with a pleasing sense of conspiracy they complied. It was late on Thursday afternoon when Mrs. Thornburgh, finding the Burwood front door open, made her unchallenged way into the hall, and after an unanswered knock at the drawing-room door, opened it and peered in to see who might be there. 'May I come in? Mrs.
Thornburgh sees that it will require a convulsion of nature to get rid either of Sarah or the young man, and has succumbed. 'And the Tysons? And that poor Walker girl? 'Oh, dear me, Catherine! said Rose, a strange disproportionate flash of impatience breaking through. 'Everyone in Long Whindale is always just where and what they were last year.
'He was one of the last of the statesmen, interposed Mr. Thornburgh who, having rescued his sermon from Jane's tender mercies, and put out his modest claret and sherry for the evening, had strolled out again and found himself impelled as usual to put some precision into his wife's statements 'one of the small freeholders who have almost disappeared here as elsewhere.
What between her sudden taciturnity and Catherine's pale silence, the girls' sense of expectancy was roused to its highest pitch. 'They come back to-morrow night, said Rose thoughtfully, 'and he goes Saturday 10:20 from Whinborough one day for the Fifth Act! By the way, why did Mrs. Thornburgh ask us to say nothing about Saturday at home?
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