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He had laid one page of the paper before them, with his forefinger upon an item in the left-hand top corner. Then he discreetly withdrew. Frank stared at it in horror. 'Maude, your people have gone and put it in. 'Our marriage! 'Here it is! Listen! "Crosse Selby. 30th June, at St. Monica's Church, by the Rev. John Tudwell, M.A., Vicar of St.
Nothing daunted frantic I screamed in my despair, seeing the carriage drive swiftly away seeing Cousin Monica's bonnet, as she sat chatting with her vis-
A fit of unendurable depression soon drove her to the only resource which had immediate efficacy. The relief, she knew, was another downward step; but presently she would find courage to climb back again up to the sure ground. Save for her trouble on Monica's account the temptation would already have been conquered. And now Alice's arrival made courage a mere necessity.
Thither Miss Barfoot went on the evening when Everard found her away; she and Virginia, talking together after being with the invalid for a quarter of an hour, agreed that there was considerable improvement, but felt a like uneasiness regarding Monica's state of mind. 'Do you think, asked the visitor, 'that she regrets the step I persuaded her to take? 'Oh, I can't think that!
The market-place was full fuller than it had been for many a day. A great many people were come in as much to "make fete" as to buy and sell. It was a saint's day, and the bell of St. Monica's had been ringing away cheerfully twice that morning. To it the bell of the Court House had made reply, for a big case was being tried in the court.
I call her one of the nicest girls I've ever met. And she's had such hard luck! I've just been hearing all about her from Irene Spencer." "How does Irene know?" asked Lindsay. "She stays sometimes with an uncle who is vicar of the next parish, and her cousins are friends of Monica's. It's a most extraordinary story it might have come out of a book." "Oh, do tell us!" said the others eagerly.
"Then I will excuse your preparation to-night, and you may come with me to the dining-room. It would be rather hard to expect you to set to work upon lessons immediately after such an experience." Good-bye to the Manor Monica's agitation, when she heard that her uncle's legacy had been found, was extreme.
You cannot imagine what agreeable evenings we passed in this society, or how rapidly my good Cousin Milly improved in it. I remember well the intense suspense in which she and I awaited the answer from Bartram-Haugh to kind Cousin Monica's application for an extension of our leave of absence. It came, and with it a note from Uncle Silas, which was curious, and, therefore, is printed here:
She could not mistake the signs of sincerity in Monica's look and speech. 'Some one, she asked coldly, 'who was living with Mr. Barfoot? 'No. Some one in the same building; in another flat. When I knocked at Mr. Barfoot's door, I knew or I felt sure no one would answer. I knew Mr. Barfoot was going away that day going into Cumberland. Rhoda's look was fixed on the speaker's countenance.
After fidgeting with his feet, he suddenly took a stiff position, and said in a louder voice 'We are going to leave London altogether. I have decided to take a house at my wife's native place, Clevedon. Her sisters will come and live with us. 'That is a recent decision, Mr. Widdowson? 'I have thought about it for some time. London doesn't suit Monica's health; I'm sure it doesn't.
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