Helbeck of Bannisdale — Volume I

From that night onwards the relations between Helbeck and his sister's stepdaughter took another tone. He no longer went his own way, with no more than a vague consciousness tha...

Her room--which formed part of an eighteenth-century addition to the Tudor house--was rudely panelled with stained deal, save on the fireplace wall, where, on either side of the...

"We shall get there in capital time--that's nice!" said Polly Mason, putting down the little railway guide she had just purchased at Marsland Station, with a general rustle of s...

Laura awoke very early the following morning, but though the sun was bright outside, it brought no gaiety to her. The night before she had hurried her undressing, that she might...

"Oh! yes--I remember the man! A strange being, who was only heard of, if I recollect right, in times of war. If there was any dispute going--especially on a religious point--Ste...

It was a Sunday morning--bright and windy. Miss Fountain was driving a shabby pony through the park of Bannisdale--driving with a haste and glee that sent the little cart spinni...

Mason went out to meet his mother, and Laura waited. She stood where she had risen, beside the piano, looking nervously towards the door. Childish remembrances and alarms seemed...

So saying, Mr. Helbeck stood still--both hands resting on his thick stick--while his gaze slowly swept the straight white road in front of him and the landscape to either side.

When Laura was eight years old--nearly thirteen years before this date--her father, then a widower with one child, had fallen in with and married Alan Helbeck's sister. At the t...

for you to see where she went to. You may be sure that'll turn out to be the truth. You remember--it's a public path--anybody might be there. Just try and take that view of it--...

Laura was standing before her looking-glass straightening the curls that her rapid walk had disarranged, when her attention was caught by certain unusual sounds in the house. Th...