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Ward, Mrs. Humphry, 1851-1920

"Elizabeth's Campaign"

'I daresay. He
works so hard. Give him my fare-wells.'
And he went off, quite aware, both from his knowledge of the family
and of the Squire's recent actions, that there were storms brewing
in the old house, but on the whole thinking more of the new
secretary than of his old friends. A charming woman!--most capable!
For the first time he might get some attention paid to the village
people. That child with the shocking bow-legs. Poor little Pamela
had tried to do her best. But this woman would see to it; she knew
how to get things done.
Meanwhile, as the rest of the party dispersed, Forest brought a
message to Elizabeth. 'The Squire would be glad if you would spare
him a few minutes, Miss, in the library. He won't keep you long.'
Elizabeth went unwillingly.
* * * * *
The library was in darkness, except for one small lamp at the
further end, and the Squire was walking up and down. He stopped
abruptly as he saw his secretary.
'I won't keep you, Miss Bremerton, but do you happen to know at all
where my will is?'
'Your will, Mr.


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