"Mrs. Jackson " Mrs. Jackson was feeding her ducks at the beck behind the house. But the kitchen door stood open, and she not only heard her name, but recognised the voice which shouted it. "It's Mr. Gordon," she said to the servant who was with her, and she bustled through the kitchen into the parlour, drying her hands with her apron as she went. David Gordon stood by the window, looking dreamily out across the fields. He turned as she entered the room, and shook hands with her. "I have given you a surprise," he laughed. "You have, indeed, Mr. Gordon. I never expected to see you again at Wastdale Head. You should have written you were coming." And she proceeded to light the fire. "I didn't know myself that I was coming until yesterday."
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