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On the Monday, a plowboy from Vale Regis arrived at Monksmoor. In respect of himself, he was a person beneath notice. In respect of his errand, he was sufficiently important to cast a gloom over the…
The day after the political meeting was a day of departures, at the pleasant country house. Miss Darnaway was recalled to the nursery at home. The old squire who did justice to Mr. Wyvil’s port-wine…
Mirabel left Francine to enter the lodge by herself. His mind was disturbed: he felt the importance of gaining time for reflection before he and Emily met again. The keeper’s garden was at the back …
Time at Monksmoor had advanced to the half hour before dinner, on Saturday evening. Cecilia and Francine, Mr. Wyvil and Mirabel, were loitering in the conservatory. In the drawing-room, Emily had be…
On Monday, Mirabel made his appearance—and the demon of discord returned with him. Alban had employed the earlier part of the day in making a sketch in the park—intended as a little present for Emil…
Miss de Sor began cautiously with an apology. “Excuse me, Mr. Mirabel, for reminding you of my presence.” Mr. Mirabel made no reply. “I beg to say,” Francine proceeded, “that I didn’t intentionally…
In the meanwhile Emily had been true to her promise to relieve Mirabel’s anxieties, on the subject of Miss Jethro. Entering the drawing-room in search of Alban, she found him talking with Cecilia, an…
Having revived his sinking energies in the fruit garden, Mirabel seated himself under the shade of a tree, and reflected on the critical position in which he was placed by Francine’s jealousy. If Mi…
Mrs. Ellmother—left in charge of Emily’s place of abode, and feeling sensible of her lonely position from time to time—had just thought of trying the cheering influence of a cup of tea, when she hear…
Mrs. Ellmother sat by the dying embers of the kitchen fire; thinking over the events of the day in perplexity and distress. She had waited at the cottage door for a friendly word with Alban, after h…
