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Still, half remorsefully, she looked on her old favourite, and wished that she could care for him more. So thinking, her manner became gentler than usual, while that of Lyle grew more earnest and less dreamy. "I wish you would write to me while you are away, Miss Rothesay; or, at all events, let me write to you." "That you may; and I shall be so glad to hear all about Harbury and Farnwood."
Gwynne, and to thank him for taking care of my child." They talked for a few minutes, and then Olive persuaded her mother to return to the house. "You will come, Mr. Gwynne?" said Mrs. Rothesay. He answered, hesitating, that the afternoon would close soon, and he must go on to Farnwood Hall. Mrs. Rothesay rose from her chair with the touching, helpless movement of one who is blind.
You see I have not been well of late, and my kind friends here are over-anxious for me; and I want to see my aunt in Scotland." "It is to Scotland you are going? all that long dreary way? You may stay there weeks, months! and that while what will become of me I mean of us all at Farnwood?" His evident regret touched Olive deeply.
"Then you must come down, as I said you and Miss Rothesay to S shire; our part of the country is very beautiful. I should be most happy to see you at Farnwood." She urged the invitation with an easy grace, even cordiality, which charmed Mrs. Rothesay, to whom it brought back the faint reflex of her olden life the life at Merivale Hall. "I should like to go, Olive," she said, appealingly.
In this case none were tried. Her fortunes seemed to arrange themselves; for Mrs. Fludyer, coming in one day to make the final arrangements for the Rothesays' arrival at Farnwood, took a vehement liking to the young French lady, as Miss Manners was generally considered, and requested that Mrs.
The boy nodded assent "Well, then, there is coming to see you to-day a friend of Charley's, who only arrived at Farnwood last night, and since then has been talking of nothing else but his old idol, Miss Olive Rothesay. So I told him to meet me here, and, lo! he comes."
For the future, we will not have quite such serious conversations as this. Good-night!" Olive went away, heavy at heart. She had long been unaccustomed to wrestle with an angry spirit. Indeed, she lived in an atmosphere so pure and full of love, that on it never gloomed one domestic storm. She almost wished that Christal had not come with them to Farnwood.
But long afterwards she remembered it, and marvelled that it should have first come to her then and there. The morning that rose at Farnwood Dell so the little house was called was one of the brightest that ever shone from September skies.
She never would give up the girl, not even to go and live in the dear quiet household of Aunt Flora. Having thus far made up her mind, Miss Rothesay fixed the day for her return to Farnwood a return looked forward to with a mixture of fear and yearning. But the trial must be borne. It could not be for long. Ever since his departure Olive had never heard the sound of Harold's name. Mrs.
And so she did, in words so rich and clear, that the blind mother often said she enjoyed such scenes infinitely more than when the whole wide earth lay open to her unregardful eyes. "I wonder," said Olive, "what part of S shire we are in. We really might have been fairy-guided hither; we seem only aware that our journey began in London and ended at Farnwood.
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