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'Tell me, tell me, Philip, what is it? she exclaimed, rising to follow him. He turned round, threw the letter on the table, and with a sign that forbade her to come with him, left the room. 'Poor fellow! how he feels it! That poor young creature! said she, catching up the letter for explanation. 'Ha! No! Listen to this, Dr. Henley. Why, he must have read it wrong! 'Hollywell, March 5th.
Around the very place doth brood A strange and holy quietude. Late on the afternoon of the 6th of March, Mary Ross entered by the half-opened front door at Hollywell, just as Charles appeared slowly descending the stairs. 'Well! how is she? asked Mary eagerly. 'Poor little dear! he answered, with a sigh; 'she looks very nice and comfortable. 'What, you have seen her?
He was never a great letter-writer, and Mary had a great deal to hear, for all that had come to her were the main facts, with very few details. 'I have had very few letters, even from Hollywell, said she. 'I suppose it is on account of Charles's illness. You think him really better? 'Yes, much better. I forgot to tell you, you are wanted for their Christmas party to-morrow night.
'Thank you; I hope to require no such services of my friends, said Philip, with a proud stem air, implying, 'I don't want you. 'Good-bye, then, said Guy. Then remembering his promise to Laura, he added, 'I wish we could have seen more of you. They will be glad to hear of you at Hollywell. You have had one warm friend there all along.
Henley to announce his coming; and as the cause of his silence must be known at Hollywell, he resolved to let Amabel's letter wait for a reply till his arrival in England. It was on a chilly day in February that Mrs.
Everything from Amabel did him good; and he was so perceptibly better, that his sister exclaimed, when she was next alone with Dr. Henley, 'I understand it all, poor fellow; I thought long ago, he had some secret attachment; and now I see it was to Amabel Edmonstone. 'To Lady Morville? 'Yes. You know how constantly he was at Hollywell, my aunt so fond of him?
They looked up, and in another moment had waved their recognition. Gestures and faces were strangely familiar, like a bit of Hollywell transplanted into that Italian scene. He hastened to the landing-place, and was met by a hearty greeting from Guy, who seemed full of eagerness to claim their closer relationship, and ready to be congratulated. 'How d'ye do, Philip?
The Coombe Prior matters were set in a better train, the preliminary arrangements about the curacy were made, and Guy had hopes it would be his friend Mr. Wellwood's title for Orders. There was no time to write to Hollywell, or rather Mr.
Was the Redclyffe doom of sin and sorrow really closing in upon him? If it had not been for chapel and study, he hardly knew how he should have got through that term; but as the end of it approached, a feverish impatience seized on him whenever the post came in, for a letter, if only to tell him not to come to Hollywell.
The drawing-room of Hollywell House was one of the favoured apartments, where a peculiar air of home seems to reside, whether seen in the middle of summer, all its large windows open to the garden, or, as when our story commences, its bright fire and stands of fragrant green-house plants contrasted with the wintry fog and leafless trees of November.
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