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"Samuel F. Billington & Son." Letter, Messrs. Carter, Paterson & Co., London, to Messrs. Billington & Son, Whitby. "21 August. "Dear Sirs,- "We beg to acknowledge 10 pounds (L10) received and to return cheque L1 17s. 9d., amount of overplus, as shown in receipted account herewith. Goods are delivered in exact accordance with instructions, and keys left in parcel in main hall, as directed. "We are, dear Sirs, "Yours respectfully, "Pro Carter, Paterson & Co." 18 August.- I am happy to-day, and write sitting on the seat in the churchyard. Lucy is ever so much better. Last night she slept well already to her cheeks, though she is still sadly pale and wan-looking. If she were in any way anaemic I could understand it, but she is not. She is in gay spirits and full of life and cheerfulness. All the morbid reticence seems to have passed from her, and she has just reminded me, as if I needed any reminding, of that night, and that it was here, on this very seat, I found her asleep. As he told me she tapped playfully with the heel of her boot on the stone slab and said:- "My poor little feet didn't make much noise then! I daresay poor old Mr. Swales would have told me that it was because I didn't want to wake up Geordie." As she was in such a communicative humour, I asked her if she had dreamed at all that night. Before she answered, that sweet, puckered look came into her forehead, which Arthur- I call him Arthur from her habit- says he loves; and, indeed, I don't wonder that he does. Then she went on in a half-dreaming kind of way, as if trying to recall it to herself:- "I didn't quite dream; but it all seemed to be real. I only wanted to be here in this spot- I don't know why, for I was afraid of something- I don't know what. I remember though I suppose I was asleep, passing through the streets and over the bridge. A fish leaped as I went by, and I leaned over to look at it, and I heard a lot of dogs howling- the whole town seemed as if it must be full of dogs |
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