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'You needn't tell no lies about it, because I shall be seure to find out. Where is he gone? 'Indeed indeed, I don't know, sir. I thought he was at home at Glanyravon. 'But he isn't at home. He went off with you. 'Oh, not with me, sir not with me, I assure you. I went away that he might stay, and that I might not cause anger between you. I am speaking the truth, sir, indeed I am.
The following morning, soon after eight o'clock, there arrived a basket from Miss Gwynne, containing various meats and condiments that she thought might be good for Netta and her child, and, above all, a nosegay of Glanyravon flowers.
One of the best parts of London. 'Deet, and I should think so. 'Tis like a 'lumination lights. There's no night here. Daylight all the year round. Trees again, like Glanyravon Park, and lights along by. There pretty what a many carriages! Was they all going to the play? Soldiers, too, I am thinking! And more o' them gentlemen's servants in blue and white.
Gwynne, Glanyravon is a proud man, perhaps he 'ouldnt like it; but Rowland is so grand and so good now, that I daren't say a word.
In spite of her tears, haste, agitation she cannot pass that bed of carnations her mother's treasure without stopping to gather one fresh and dripping with the air and dews of night. Innocent flowers! they will see her mother that very day; but what of the stray, wandering rose of Glanyravon?
Morning was beginning to dawn before she had finished these tasks, and then she washed her face and hands, took off the pretty cotton gown she had on, and put on the one Netta gave her when first she came to Glanyravon. An old straw hat that she had been in the habit of wearing in the fields, and a tidy, but plain shawl, completed her attire.
In the course of the evening, a little before Mr and Mrs Jonathan left Glanyravon to return home, Miss Gwynne came to inquire for the poor Irish girl. She joined the party in the parlour for a short time, and gave a message from her father to Rowland, to the effect that he was very anxious for another game of chess, and begged him to come and dine at the Park on the morrow.
Life and death! What are they? A soul in chains, and a soul set free. Darkness and light, uncertainty and certainty! Warfare and peace! A railway journey and the great terminus! A span of time and immeasurable eternity! A bounded horizon and illimitable space! Earth and heaven! Satan and Christ! Man and God! Life! On New Year's morning Glanyravon Farm was gay with preparations for a wedding.
'Is this Glanyravon, mamma? asks Minette waking up and rubbing her eyes. No answer. Owen jumps out, and without stopping to greet his pale, trembling mother, turns to help Netta, who cannot help herself. He carries a dead weight into the parlour, and lays it on the sofa. Netta has fainted. Gladys is at her side in a moment with every kind of restorative but no one notices or thinks of her.
'How cross of you, uncle, to let the pretty flower die. 'I put it in water, Minette, because it came from Glanyravon, where your mother and I were born, and where your grandfather and grandmother live. 'I don't like grandmamma, uncle, she was so fat, and talked so strangely. 'You should not say that; but you have another grandmother whom you have never seen.
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