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When he next went, it must be to tell Adela, not that he loved her, but that such love was forbidden to him. The family at West Putford consisted only of the vicar and his daughter. Mrs. Gauntlet had been long dead, and there had been no other child. A maiden sister of Mr.
And then he thought of West Putford, and Adela Gauntlet. This arrangement of Lord Stapledean's would entirely prevent the possibility of his marrying; but then, the burden of his mother and sisters would prevent that equally under any circumstances. It would be a great thing for his mother to be left in her old house, among her old friends, in possession of her old income.
So at last he once more went his way to West Putford. Adela Gauntlet was No; for once I will venture to have a heroine without describing her. Let each reader make what he will of her; fancy her of any outward shape and colour that he please, and endow her with any amount of divine beauty.
And is it not known to all men certainly it is to all women how dangerous are such tears? Thus during his stay at Hurst Staple, Bertram was frequently at West Putford. But he observed that Adela was not often at his cousin's vicarage, and that Arthur was very seldom at West Putford. The families, it was clear, were on as good terms as ever. Adela and Mary and Sophia would be together, and old Mr.
But when, like many another, he found himself disappointed in his earliest hopes, he consoled himself by thinking that after all the church was the safer haven. And when he walked down to West Putford there was one there who told him that it was so. But we cannot follow him too closely in these early days. He did go into the church.
And, oh! how was it possible that she could have brought herself to show him such a letter? She wrote her answer that same night, as follows: West Putford, Saturday night. Dearest Caroline, Your letter has made me most unhappy. I almost think that I have suffered more in reading it than you did in writing it. You have made a request to me with which I cannot, will not comply.
Is it not well as it is, Arthur?" And then he declared that it was very well; very well, indeed. Ah, yes! how could it have been better with him? He thought too of his past sorrows, his deep woes, his great disappointments; of that bitter day at Oxford when the lists came down; of the half-broken heart with which he had returned from Bowes; of the wretchedness of that visit to West Putford.
They had hardly been together thrown for conversation on each other as they now were since that day when Arthur had walked over for the last time to West Putford. Reader, do you remember it? Hardly; for have not all the fortunes and misfortunes of our more prominent hero intervened since that chapter was before you? "I hope you will find yourself comfortable at Littlebath," he said at last.
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