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'You inserted the advertisement for a situation as lady's-maid giving the address, G., Cross Street? 'Yes, madam. Graye. 'Yes. I have heard your name Mrs. Morris, my housekeeper, mentioned you, and pointed out your advertisement. This was puzzling intelligence, but there was not time enough to consider it. 'Where did you live last? continued Miss Aldclyffe.
He said he believed there had been some prior flirtation between Cytherea and her cousin, an officer of the line, two or three years before Graye met her, which had suddenly been terminated by the cousin's departure for India, and the young lady's travelling on the Continent with her parents the whole of the ensuing summer, on account of delicate health.
A quarter of an hour later, whilst she was sitting in a partially recovered, half-dozing state in an arm-chair, Edward beside her waiting anxiously till Graye should arrive, they saw a spring-cart pass the door.
Cytherea was an acquisition, and the greeting was hearty. 'Good afternoon! O yes Miss Graye, from Miss Aldclyffe's. I have seen you at church, and I am so glad you have called! Come in. I wonder if I have change enough to pay my subscription. She spoke girlishly.
The railway at Carriford Road consisted only of a single line of rails; and the short local down-train by which Owen was going to Budmouth was shunted on to a siding whilst the first up-train passed. Graye entered the waiting-room, and the door being open he listlessly observed the movements of a woman wearing a long grey cloak, and closely hooded, who had asked for a ticket for London.
I shan't be sorry to see him marry, since it may settle him down and do him good.... Ay, we'll hope for the best. He let go her hand and accompanied her to the door saying, 'If you should care to walk this way and talk to an old man once now and then, it will be a great delight to him, Miss Graye. Good-evening to ye.... Ah look! a thunderstorm is brewing be quick home.
The inspection was carelessly made, the leaf being kept open by the aid of one hand, whilst the other still held his cup of coffee; much more carelessly than would have been the case had the expected new-comer been Cytherea Graye, instead of his lawful wife.
After some doubts, Graye ventured to write to this gentleman, asking the necessary question, shortly alluding to his father's death, and stating that his term of apprenticeship had only half expired. He would be glad to complete his articles at a very low salary for the whole remaining two years, provided payment could begin at once. The answer from Mr.
He and Graye had become very friendly, and he had been tempted to show her brother a copy of some poems of his some serious and sad some humorous which had appeared in the poets' corner of a magazine from time to time. Owen showed them now to Cytherea, who instantly began to read them carefully and to think them very beautiful. 'Yes Springrove's no fool, said Owen sententiously. 'No fool!
Depressed, yet resolved in his demeanour, Owen Graye sat before his father's private escritoire, engaged in turning out and unfolding a heterogeneous collection of papers forbidding and inharmonious to the eye at all times most of all to one under the influence of a great grief.
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