5 edition of Helbeck of Bannisdale found in the catalog.
|LC Classifications||June 30, 2006|
|The Physical Object|
|Pagination||xvi, 81 p. :|
|Number of Pages||97|
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Not to let the conversation also come to an end, he pointed to some old gilded leather which covered one side of the room, while the other three walls were oak-panelled from ceiling to floor. Unless he watched her closely, Stephen Fountain could not tell for the life of him what she was about all day.
The seat was well hidden under the trees and bank, and Laura settled herself there. --Now just let me say this,--these people were my relations--I have no other kith and kin in the world. "I am not my own--I have taken tasks upon me that no honest man could betray.
But she has never yet mounted the steps--never passed the door. What shall we do if she and Denton don't get on?
" Laura was of opinion that his first business might very well have been to see a little more of his widowed sister!
But it was long before she would let her stepdaughter leave her. Looking up, she saw Mason's figure against the sky. She was very small and slight, and her hair made a spot of pale gold against the oak panelling of the walls.
"Now perhaps you would like to know why I concealed it? Why, it will 'hatch you over again, and hatch, you different,' as somebody said. But the ease with which the little nonchalant Helbeck of Bannisdale disposed of him, the rapidity with which he found himself transferred to Polly, and left to stare at the backs of Laura and Hubert hurrying along in front, amazed him. Evidently Augustina has no chance with her—she has been accustomed to reign! He read with his head bent closely over the pages, because of short sight; and, as a rule, reading absorbed him so completely that he was conscious of nothing external while it lasted.
Then what an art, what Helbeck of Bannisdale enchantment to command her! "She'd talk about him when she first came. She does not forbid them--but they pain her heart. I bought them at Whinthorpe yesterday. There's one a little after eight. "The Squire left early on business. To-morrow I should like to tell you what the doctor said about her; she is not strong at all.
She's curled up, such a delicious black ball, on my bed; you couldn't—you couldn't have the heart! And she used always to be in grey; and now he says that she had a black dress from top to toe.
How could they have disappeared so utterly? She rules us all in this old place.
"Well, I'm game," said Mr.