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This, however, Aubrey took upon himself; and at this promise Evelyn felt as the slave may feel when the chain is stricken off. At breakfast, Mr. Aubrey communicated to the Mertons Evelyn's intention to return with him to Brook-Green on the following day. Lord Vargrave started, bit his lip, but said nothing. Not so silent was Mr. Merton. "Return with you! my dear Mr.
THE curate was gone, and the lessons suspended; otherwise as like each to each as sunshine or cloud permitted day followed day in the calm retreat of Brook-Green, when, one morning, Mrs.
THE curate was gone, and the lessons suspended; otherwise as like each to each as sunshine or cloud permitted day followed day in the calm retreat of Brook-Green, when, one morning, Mrs.
... The sweet'st companion that e'er man Bred his hopes out of. Ibid. THE curate of Brook-Green was sitting outside his door. The vicarage which he inhabited was a straggling, irregular, but picturesque building, humble enough to suit the means of the curate, yet large enough to accommodate the vicar.
"Your father was a Cameron; I have known some of that name." "No relation of ours: my mother says we have none living." "And have we no chance of seeing Lady Vargrave in B -shire?" "She never leaves home; but I hope to return soon to Brook-Green." Maltravers sighed, and the conversation took a new turn.
Why, who could have taught you in this little village; or, indeed, in this most primitive county?" "We did not come to Brook-Green till I was nearly fifteen. My dear mother, though very anxious to leave our villa at Fulham, would not do so on my account, while masters could be of service to me; and as I knew she had set her heart on this place, I worked doubly hard."
Hence her yearly visits to Brook-Green; hence her purchase of the cottage, hallowed by memories of the dead. There, on that lawn, had she borne forth the fragile form, to breathe the soft noontide air; there, in that chamber, had she watched and hoped, and prayed and despaired; there, in that quiet burial-ground, rested the beloved dust!
He hastened to Brook-Green; and dreading to rush at once to the presence of Alice, he recalled Aubrey to his recollection. In the interview he sought, all, or at least much, was cleared up. He saw at once the premeditated and well-planned villany of Vargrave. And Alice, her tale her sufferings her indomitable love! how should he meet her? YET once more, O ye laurels! and once more, Ye myrtles!
This, however, Aubrey took upon himself; and at this promise Evelyn felt as the slave may feel when the chain is stricken off. At breakfast, Mr. Aubrey communicated to the Mertons Evelyn's intention to return with him to Brook-Green on the following day. Lord Vargrave started, bit his lip, but said nothing. Not so silent was Mr. Merton. "Return with you! my dear Mr.
The knowledge of a secret of early sin and degradation in one so pure, so spotless, as Lady Vargrave, might be of immense service in giving him a power over her, which he could turn to account with Evelyn. How could he best prosecute further inquiry, by repairing at once to Brook-Green, or the thought struck him by visiting and "pumping" Mrs. Leslie, the patroness of Mrs.
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