transferred herself but a few hours earlier from her returning steamer to the little station at Lynbrook--and was now in the bright September afternoon which left her in sole possession of the terrace of Lynbrook House using that pleasant eminence as a point of observation from which to gather up some of the loose ends of history dropped at her departure.It might have been thought that the actual scene out-spread below her--the descending gardens the tennis-courts the farm-lands sloping away to the blue sea-like shimmer of the Hempstead plains--offered at the moment little material for her purpose; but that was to view them with a superficial eye. Mrs,vans shoes. Ansell's trained gaze was for example greatly enlightened by the fact that the tennis-courts were fringed by a group of people indolently watchful of the figures agitating themselves about the nets; and that as she turned her head toward the entrance avenue the receding view of a station omnibus followed by a luggage-cart announced that more guests were to be added to those who had almost taxed to its limits the expansibility of the luncheon-table.All this to the initiated eye was full of suggestion; but its significance was as nothing to that presented by the approach of two figures which as Mrs. Ansell watched detached themselves from the cluster about the tennis-ground and struck obliquely and at a desultory pace across the lawn toward the terrace. The figures--those of a slight young man with stooping shoulders and of a lady equally youthful but slenderly erect--moved forward in absorbed communion as if unconscious of their surroundings and indefinite as to their direction till on the brink of the wide grass terrace just below their observer's parapet they paused a moment and faced each other in closer speech,vans skate. This interchange of words though brief in measure of time lasted long enough to add a vivid strand to Mrs. Ansell's thickening skein; then on a gesture of the lady's and without signs of formal leave-taking the young man struck into a path which regained the entrance avenue while his companion quickening her pace crossed the grass terrace and mounted the wide stone steps sweeping up to the house.These brought her out on the upper terrace a few yards from Mrs. Ansell's post and exposed her unprepared to the full beam of welcome which that lady's rapid advance threw like a searchlight across her path. Dear Miss Brent! I was just wondering how it was that I hadn't seen you before. Mrs. Ansell as she spoke drew the girl's hand into a long soft clasp which served to keep them confronted while she delicately groped for whatever thread the encounter seemed to proffer.Justine made no attempt to evade the scrutiny to which she found herself exposed,vans sk8; she merely released her hand by a movement instinctively evasive of the mechanical endearment explaining with a smile that softened the gesture: I was out with Cicely when you arrived. We've just come in. The dear child! I haven't seen her either. Mrs. Ansell continued to bestow upon the speaker's clear dark face an inteRelated articles:

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