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The Danvers Jewels, and Sir Charles Danvers

CHAPTER II
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Among his Lowestoft cups and saucers?
Never! He would rather not have it than see it there.

He had a vision of a certain bracket, discarded from the hall, and put aside by his careful hands in the lowest drawer of the cupboard by the window, in which he kept little stores of nails and string and brown paper, among which "Fanny, my love" performed fearful ravages when minded to tie up a parcel.
Mr.Alwynn nailed up the bracket under an old etching and placed the cow thereon, and, after contemplating it over his spectacles, went into the drawing-room to tea with his wife.
Mrs.Alwynn was a stout, florid, good-humored-looking woman, with a battered fringe, considerably younger than her husband in appearance, and with a tendency to bright colors in dress.
"Barnes is very poorly, my dear," said Mr.Alwynn, patiently fishing out one of the lumps of sugar which his wife had put in his tea.

He took one lump, but she took two herself, and consequently always gave him two.
"I should say a little strong soup would--" At this juncture the front door-bell rang, and a moment afterwards "Mr.
Dare" was announced.
The erect, light gray figure which had awakened the curiosity of Mrs.
Eccles came in close behind the servant.

Mrs.Alwynn received a deep bow in return for her look of astonishment; and then, with an eager exclamation, the visitor had seized both Mr.Alwynn's hands, regardless of the neatly folded slice of bread and butter in one of them, and was shaking them cordially.
Mr.Alwynn looked for a moment as astonished as his wife, and the blank, deprecating glance he cast at his visitor showed that he was at a loss.
The latter let go his hands and spread his own out with a sudden gesture.
"Ah, you do not know me," he said, speaking rapidly; "it is twenty years ago, and you have forgotten.

You do not remember Alfred Dare, the little boy whom you saw last in sailing costume, the little boy for whom you cut the whistles, the son of your old friend, Henry Dare ?" "Good gracious!" ejaculated Mr.Alwynn, with a sudden flash of memory.
"Henry's other son.


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