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It appears that they found the evenings rather dull in London this spring, when we were all out, and so began a little secret hiring, which was continued at Oakworthy, and with a worse choice of books." "That she should be so little to be trusted!" "Nay, Marian, who could live with her half-an-hour in the schoolroom, and think she could?" "Certainly, she often puzzled me when first I came."
Archery was pretty much the fashion with the young ladies that year; it was a sport which Marian liked particularly, having often practised it with Edmund and Agnes, and her bow and arrows were always the first to be ready. One day when Marian, Caroline, and Clara were shooting on the lawn at Oakworthy, Mr. and Miss Faulkner rode from High Down, came out on the lawn, and joined them.
O, why would nothing happen to save her, and break off this mockery of a marriage? But as of this there seemed little hope, as the Faulkners were at Oakworthy more than ever, and Mrs. Lyddell was talking in good earnest of wedding clothes, and bridesmaids, it was a comfort to have these better hopes to occupy herself with.
The boys were certainly to be pitied; in a house smaller than Oakworthy, and without the occupations out of doors to which they had been accustomed, edicts of silence were more ineffectual than ever, and yawns became painfully frequent.
"He spoke of taking you back to London immediately, but I persuaded him to wait till they go into Wiltshire, so you need not be rooted up from Fern Torr just yet." "Thank you, that is a great reprieve." "And do not make up your mind beforehand to be unhappy at Oakworthy. Very likely you will take root there, and wonder you ever shrank from being transplanted to your new home."
His silence may mean nothing, but it may also mean so much, that to hear he is going on particularly well would be double satisfaction just at present. Therefore with a view to what passed in our last walk at Oakworthy, tell me if you are completely satisfied with regard to him." It was a ray of light upon all Marian's perplexities; showing her what course to take, and filling her with hope.
"What, is it to be denied? It is not settled, then?" "No, nor ever will be." "Why, surely the man has been spending months at Oakworthy." "Only weeks; besides, he was buying a house." "A very proper preliminary to a wife." "O, no, no it is impossible!" "But why? Perhaps you know some good reason to the contrary; for I heard he admired you very much when he met you last year."
Lionel had sent her a message that Oakworthy would be as dull as ditch water without her, and if she did not come back before the end of the holidays, he should certainly be obliged to go back to Eton again to find something to do.
Wortley; and if there was a weight on her, it was not a burthen of selfish repining, the worst burthen of all. That Caroline had really missed her, that Caroline loved her, was a discovery that warmed her heart, and inclined her more than all before to look kindly on Oakworthy, when she drove up to the door, and met Clara in the hall. Clara hung upon her, and overwhelmed her with kisses; Mrs.
Yes, rejoiced as she must be to escape from Oakworthy, she could not go without a chequered feeling. If she was adroit at managing people, she would make Clara take the place she held now with Lionel, which would be good for both, but she was far too clumsy to bring that about; and O! what a refuge Fern Torr would be after all this harassing life!
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