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Cornish told me: I've no doubt she had her instructions. He has just driven away to Launceston on his way to London." "Without a word?" "Would you like to have had another string of arguments?" Mabyn said impatiently. "Oh, Wenna, you don't know what mischief all this is doing. You are awake all night, you cry half the day: what is to be the end of it? You will work yourself into a fever."
Far away out on the dull gray plain was a steamer slowly making her way toward the east. Was that the packet bound for England, carrying to Wenna Rosewarne the message that she was free? The following correspondence may now, without any great breach of confidence, be published: "EGLOSILYAN, Monday morning. DEAR MR. TRELYON: Do you know what Mr. Roscorla says in the letter Wenna has just received?
During that time Wenna went about her ordinary duties just as if there was no hidden fire of pain consuming her heart; there was no word spoken by her or to her of all that had recently occurred; her mother and sister were glad to see her so continuously busy. At first she shrank from going up to Trelyon Hall, and would rather have corresponded with Mrs.
He did not go back to Cornwall before leaving England, nor did he send a single line or message to any one there. It was with something of a proud indifference that he set sail, and also with some notion that he was being amply revenged. For the rest, he hated "scenes," and he had encountered quite enough of these during his brief visit to Eglosilyan. When Wenna heard that Mr.
"I know that two or three do; and and, Mr. Trelyon, do you think you could coax that little dog over the stream again? You see he has come back again he can't find his way home." Mr. Trelyon called to the dog: it came down to the river's side, and whined and shivered on the brink. "Do you care a brass farthing about the little beast?" he said to Wenna.
"If they mean Plymouth," he was thinking, "as is most likely from their taking the high-road, he'll give it them gently at first. And so that young man wants to marry our Wenna? 'Twould be a fine match for her; and yet she's worth all the money he's got she's worth it every farthing. I'd give him the other one cheap enough."
"Wenna!" her mother said severely. The girl did not wave a handkerchief, it is true, but she knelt down at the open bay-window, so that he must needs see her; and sure enough he did. Off went his hat in a minute, a bright look of recognition leapt to his eyes, and he crossed the street.
One day, later on in the year, Mrs. Trelyon sent down the wagonette for her, with the request that she would come up to the Hall for a few minutes. Wenna obeyed the summons, imagining that some business connected with the sewing club claimed her attention. When she arrived she found Mrs.
Oh yes!, Don't you think if you were away in the Adriatic, and sitting up on deck at night, you would make the people have a quiet cry when you sang 'Home, Sweet Home'? The words are rather silly, aren't they? But they make you think such a lot if you hear them abroad." "And when are you going away? this year, Mr. Trelyon?" Wenna said, looking down.
Then she said timidly, "You are not very angry, Wenna?" "No. I am sorry I should have vexed Mr. Roscorla by my carelessness." "Wenna," the younger sister continued, even more timidly, "do you know what I've heard about rings? that when you've worn one for some time on a finger, you ought never to leave it off altogether: I think it affects the circulation, or something of that kind. Now, if Mr.
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