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Days glided on, and Margery grew gradually stronger. October was nearing its close, but still the sunshine was warm and genial, and the wind from the sea soft and gentle. It was quite a little fishing village where the Earl and Countess of Court were staying, a rambling, quaint, three-cornered place, inhabited by healthy, strong-limbed fisher folk. Lord Court had brought his wife down to Wavemouth by the advice of two London physicians, and, when the first week of anxiety was passed, and he saw signs of returning health on her sweet face, he was thankful beyond words. The village people were honored and awestruck by the presence of an earl and countess in their midst; they had few grand visitors at Wavemouth. An artist now and then paid the place a visit -- indeed, there was one staying there when Margery arrived. He sketched the ruddy-faced children and made his way to the mothers' hearts by his sweet, clear voice and gentle manners.
Margery learned afterward that the song she had heard so clearly that afternoon when she woke to remembrance had come from this artist's lips; but she never saw the singer -- he quitted the village soon afterward, and left the children and maidens lamenting.