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Updated: June 17, 2025
"O what were we doing? But if it made her happy " "Just imagine what to-day would have been if we were at Rocksand," said Fred. "I, obliged to go back to school directly, and you, taking leave of everything there which would seem to you so full of her; and Uncle Geoffrey, just bringing you here without any time to stay with you, and the place and people all strange.
Rocksand has all the loneliness of the country without its advantages." "There is not much complaint as to happiness, after all," said Fred. "No, O no! but then it is she who makes it delightful, and it cannot be well for her to have no one to depend upon but me. Besides, how useless one is here.
And as Henrietta came to this serious conclusion, they entered the steep straggling street of the little town of Rocksand, and presently were within the gates of the sweep which led to the door of the verandahed Gothic cottage, which looked very tempting for summer's lodging, but was little fitted for a permanent abode.
She was constantly wishing that Uncle Geoffrey would come, but in vain; and between the long talking at Sutton Leigh, the wandering about the house, and the many discussions, her mamma was completely tired out, and obliged, when they came home, to confess that she had a headache. Henrietta fairly wished her safe at Rocksand.
Uncle Geoffrey and Mr. Franklin admired even more than before; grandpapa and Aunt Mary were delighted; grandmamma herself allowed it was much better than she had expected; and Jessie Carey, by way of climax, said it "was like magic." It was a very different Sunday from those to which Henrietta had been accustomed, in the complete quiet and retirement of Rocksand.
Now, there was old Clarke at Rocksand, he had some feeling for one, poor old fellow; but this man, not the slightest compunction has he; and I am ready to kick him out of the room when I hear that silky voice of his trying to be gen-tee-eel, and condoling; and those boots O! Busy Bee! those boots! whenever he makes a step I always hear them say, 'O what a pretty fellow I am!"
Hilton, now, that attended all the neighbourhood round when I was a girl; he kept you low enough while the fever was on you, but as soon as it was gone, why then reinvigorate the system, that was what he used to say." "Just like old Clarke, of Rocksand!" sighed Fred.
He looked at it for a little while, and then asked Henrietta if she thought that she could find, among the things sent from Rocksand which had not yet been unpacked, another portrait, taken in the earlier months of her widowhood, when she had in some partial degree recovered from her illness, but her life seemed still to hang on a thread. Mrs.
His sister, however, seemed determined on bestowing it whether he would or not, "How your hands are bleeding! Have you any thorns in them? Let me see, I have my penknife." "Stuff!" was Fred's gracious reply, as he glanced at Alex and Carey. "But why did you not put on your gloves?" proceeded Henrietta. "Gloves, nonsense!" said Fred, who never went without them at Rocksand.
"It was somewhere about the beginning of February that Uncle Geoffrey went." "The fourth," said Henrietta. "And it was three days after he went away that mamma had those first spasms. Henrietta, she has been six weeks ill!" "Well," said Henrietta, "you know she was five weeks without stirring out of the room, that last time she was ill at Rocksand, and she is getting better."
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