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CHAPTER TWELVE

A brilliant scholar, Rodney's father had expected those who bore his name to follow in his erudite footsteps and resented it when they had other interests.
One by one the older members of the family had left home and finally Rodney himself had run away to join the Navy, preferring physical hardship to mental cruelty.
This was all Lizbeth had learned of his early life, for the miserable years of a lonely adolescence were still too vivid for him to speak lightly of them. But remembering the aching void that the death of her own mother had left in her life, Lizbeth sensed and understood much that he left unsaid.
Rodney! Rodney! The very wind in the trees seemed to whisper his name.
Only half a mile to Camfield Place! But there was somewhere else she must go first. She gave the word to halt. The horses seemed to obey her gratefully, while the servants looked at her askance.
" Wait here for me," she commanded. "There is someone I must see. I shall not be long."
They would have demurred if they had dared, at this delay in reaching shelter and food ; but Lizbeth's air of authority and the promise of good pay she made them had persuaded the hired men at the very beginning of the journey that she was someone of importance. Nevertheless she could hear them muttering to themselves as she turned off the road and rode quickly down an untidy, badly-kept drive towards Dr. Keen's house.
Built of grey stone it stood in a small garden surrounded by ancient trees. It had never been an attractive house and now to Lizbeth it appeared sinister and repellent as in the dying light she could see that its windows were shuttered and that there was no welcoming gleam of light.
She rode right up to the front door, then dismounted and rapped with the handle of her riding-whip on its rough, oakstudded surface. The sound of her knocking seemed blunted by the wind and after a moment she rapped again. A strand of ivy was flapping in an untidy manner on the side of the house, a puddle of water had accumulated near the front door, and

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