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Updated: September 26, 2025
We know that, if death had not snatched your father out of her reach, she was ready with her plot to rob him of the Combe-Raven money. We know that, when you inherited the money in your turn, she was ready with her plot to rob you.
On earth and ocean, the spirit of the Night brooded in a deep and awful calm. Her head drooped low on her bosom, and all the view waned before her eyes with the waning moon. She saw no sea, no sky. Death, the Tempter, was busy at her heart. Death, the Tempter, pointed homeward, to the grave of her dead parents in Combe-Raven churchyard. "Nineteen last birthday," she thought. "Only nineteen!"
The final answer had been received from Zurich, and Mr. Pendril would personally communicate it at Combe-Raven on the afternoon of the next day. That next day was Wednesday, the twelfth of August. The weather had changed in the night; and the sun rose watery through mist and cloud.
She repeate d his words to me; she said I ought to know all that his goodness and generosity had done for both of us. How can his death make a change? Has anything happened?" "Wait till Mr. Pendril comes back from Combe-Raven," said his father. "Question him don't question me." The ready tears rose in Frank's eyes. "You won't be hard on me?" he pleaded, faintly.
His father desired to know whether Mr. Pendril was not expected at Combe-Raven on that day. If the lawyer's arrival was looked for, Frank was directed to be in attendance at the station, and to take him to the cottage, where a bed would be placed at his disposal. This message took Miss Garth by surprise. It showed that Mr.
I had often heard my poor mother in past years speak of her brother Andrew, and I knew of that sad story at Combe-Raven. But our families, as you are aware, had always been estranged, and I had never seen my charming cousin before. She has the dark eyes and hair, and the gentle, retiring manners that I always admire in a woman.
As the first familiar words passed her lips, Frank came back to her from the sea, and the face of her dead father looked at her with the smile of happy old times. The voices of her mother and her sister talked gently in the fragrant country stillness, and the garden-walks at Combe-Raven opened once more on her view.
"DEAR MR. PENDRIL The date of this letter will show you that the last of many hard partings is over. We have left Combe-Raven; we have said farewell to home. "I have been thinking seriously of what you said to me on Wednesday, before you went back to town.
Openly and honorably, with love on one side and love on the other, Norah had married the man who possessed the Combe-Raven money and Magdalen's own scheme to recover it had opened the way to the event which had brought husband and wife together.
Pendril left the garden for the shrubbery path which led to Combe-Raven. Mr. Clare returned to the cottage. On reaching the passage, he looked through the open door of his little parlor and saw Frank sitting there in idle wretchedness, with his head resting wearily on his hand. "I have had an answer from your employers in London," said Mr. Clare.
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