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Sir Evelyns Charge Margaret Isabella Arden

Sir Evelyns Charge

Margaret Isabella Arden

Published September 12th 2013
ISBN : 9781230424675
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110 pages
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1875 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XI. TheresMoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1875 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XI. Theres not a wild flower blossoming, With joy upapringing to a blush- Nor bird of all the joyous spring, But with loves tender light doth flush. Thubsday came, and Lady Cairne returned to Alliston. It so happened that Willy stayed on with his companions at the Rectory that afternoon, and did not come in till just in time to go down after dinner. Sir Evelyn, meanwhile, received his Aunt very dutifully when he came into the drawing-room, for he too had been out till dressing time. Presently Laura appeared, and behind her the young stranger guest. Lady Cairne was about to introduce her, when he came quickly forward: Is it possible? surely I cannot be mistaken? and he shook hands with her warmly. How the colour mounted as she replied, raising her eyes to him in timid, though glad surprise, I can hardly believe it. I never thought of seeing you here! How: what is all this? exclaimed Lady Cairne, hurrying up. Where in the world did you ever see Marian Leslie before, Evelyn? In Scotland I had that pleasure: we were travellers together, on one very well remembered day, though I certainly never hoped to meet again here. You must introduce us properly, aunt Cairne, if you please, he added, not noticing the sudden cloud on her ladyships brow. Nonsense, she exclaimed, peevishly: a mere child as she is. I have told you her name, Evelyn: Marian Leslie- she cant help knowing yours, of course. Harry Wyndham had been a silent but most interested spectator of this little scene- he was much amused at Ladys Cairnes evident discomforture and impatience. Willy had often talked to him of their unknown fellowtraveller: certainly as he looked at the downcast face, he thought no description of her had been exaggerated. You...