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matter of Mrs Murgatroyd and her threats, but Clarice seemed to regard the matter as more annoying than frightening.
    ‘It’s so stupid, that sort of thing,’ she said. ‘And really very annoying for you.’
    ‘You know, Clarice, I—I feel quite frightened sometimes. My heart gives the most awful jumps.’
    ‘Nonsense, you mustn’t let a silly thing like that get you down. She’ll soon tire of it.’
    She was silent for a minute or two. Clarice said, ‘What’s the matter?’
    Louise paused for a minute, then her answer came with a rush. ‘I hate this place! I hate being here. The woods and this house, and the awful silence at night, and the queer noise owls make. Oh, and the people and everything.’
    ‘The people. What people?’
    ‘The people in the village. Those prying, gossiping old maids.’
    Clarice said sharply, ‘What have they been saying?’
    ‘I don’t know. Nothing particular. But they’ve got nasty minds. When you’ve talked to them you feel you wouldn’t trust anybody—not anybody at all.’
    Clarice said harshly, ‘Forget them. They’ve nothing to do but gossip. And most of the muck they talk they just invent.’
    Louise said, ‘I wish we’d never come here. But Harry adores it so.’ Her voice softened.
    Clarice thought, How she adores him. She said abruptly, ‘I must go now.’
    ‘I’ll send you back in the car. Come again soon.’
    Clarice nodded. Louise felt comforted by her new friend’s visit. Harry was pleased to find her more cheerful and from then on urged her to have Clarice often to the house.
    Then one day he said, ‘Good news for you, darling.’
    ‘Oh, what?’
    ‘I’ve fixed the Murgatroyd. She’s got a son in America, you know. Well, I’ve arranged for her to go out and join him. I’ll pay her passage.’
    ‘Oh, Harry, how wonderful. I believe I might get to like Kingsdean after all.’
    ‘Get to like it? Why, it’s the most wonderful place in the world!’
    Louise gave a little shiver. She could not rid herself of her superstitious fear so easily.
VI
    If the ladies of St Mary Mead had hoped for the pleasure of imparting information about her husband’s past to the bride, this pleasure was denied them by Harry Laxton’s own prompt action.
    Miss Harmon and Clarice Vane were both in Mr Edge’s shop, the one buying mothballs and the other a packet of boracic, when Harry Laxton and his wife came in.
    After greeting the two ladies, Harry turned to the counter and was just demanding a toothbrush when he stopped in mid-speech and exclaimed heartily, ‘Well, well, just see who’s here! Bella, I do declare.’
    Mrs Edge, who had hurried out from the back parlour to attend to the congestion of business, beamed back cheerfully at him, showing her big white teeth. She had been a dark, handsome girl and was still a reasonably handsome woman, though she had put on weight, and the lines of her face had coarsened; but her large brown eyes were full of warmth as she answered, ‘Bella, it is, Mr Harry, and pleased to see you after all these years.’
    Harry turned to his wife. ‘Bella’s an old flame of mine, Louise,’ he said. ‘Head-over-heels in love with her, wasn’t I, Bella?’
    ‘That’s what you say,’ said Mrs Edge.
    Louise laughed. She said, ‘My husband’s very happy seeing all his old friends again.’
    ‘Ah,’ said Mrs Edge, ‘we haven’t forgotten you, Mr Harry. Seems like a fairy tale to think of you married and building up a new house instead of that ruined old Kingsdean House.’
    ‘You look very well and blooming,’ said Harry, and Mrs Edge laughed and said there was nothing wrong with her and what about that toothbrush?
    Clarice, watching the baffled look on Miss Harmon’s face, said to herself exultantly, Oh, well done, Harry. You’ve spiked their guns.
VII
    Doctor Haydock said abruptly to his niece, ‘What’s all this nonsense about old Mrs Murgatroyd hanging about Kingsdean and shaking her fist and cursing the new