st railway station. Even the pretty lawn at the side of the house was made unsightly and untidy by the straw that had been wafted upon it through the open door and windows. The rooms had a strange echoing sound in them — and the light came harshly and strongly in through the uncurtained windows — seeming already unfamiliar and strange. Mrs. Hale’s dressing-room was left untouched to the last; and there she and Dixon were packing up clothes, and interrupting each other every now [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] and then to exclaim at, and turn over with fond regard, some forgotten treasure, in the shape of some relic of the children while they were yet little. They did not make much progress [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] with their work. Down-stairs, Margaret stood [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] calm and collected, ready to counsel or advise the [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] men who had been called in to help the cook and Charlotte. These two last, crying between whiles, wondered how the young lady could keep up so this last day, and settled it between them that she was not likely to care much for Helstone, having been so long in London. There she stood, very pale and quiet, with her large grave eyes observing everything — up to every present circumstance, however small. They could not understand how [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] her heart was aching all the [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] time, with a heavy pressure that no sighs could lift off or relieve, and how constant exertion for her perceptive faculties was the only way to keep herself from crying out with pain. Moreover, if she gave way, who was [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] to act? Her father was examining papers, books, registers, what not, in the vestry with the clerk; and when he came in, there were his own books to pack up, which no one but himself could do to his satisfaction. Besides, was Margaret one to give way before strange men, or even household friends like the cook and Charlotte! Not she. But at last the four packers went into the kitchen to their tea; and Margaret moved stiffly and slowly away from the place in the hall where she had been standing so long, out through the bare echoing drawing-room, into the twilight of an early November evening
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