Elster's Folly by Mrs. Henry Wood (buy e reader .TXT) π
Morning, And The Little World Below Began To Awaken Into Life--The Life
Of Another Day Of Sanguine Pleasure Or Of Fretting Care.
Not On Many Fairer Scenes Did Those Sunbeams Shed Their Radiance Than On
One Existing In The Heart Of England; But Almost Any Landscape Will Look
Beautiful In The Early Light Of A Summer's Morning. The County, One Of
The Midlands, Was Justly Celebrated For Its Scenery; Its Rich Woods And
Smiling Plains, Its River And Gentler Streams. The Harvest Was Nearly
Gathered In--It Had Been A Late Season--But A Few Fields Of Golden Grain,
In Process Of Reaping, Gave Their Warm Tints To The Landscape. In No Part
Of The Country Had The Beauties Of Nature Been Bestowed More Lavishly
Than On This, The Village Of Calne, Situated About Seven Miles From The
County Town.
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"I Always Said You Did Not Give Me Back The Letter," Observed Mr. Carr,
When They Were Alone Together Later, And Val Sat Tearing Up The Letter
Into Innumerable Bits.
"And I Said I Did, Simply Because I Could Not Find It. You Were Right,
Carr, As You Always Are."
"Not Always. But I Am Sorry It Came To Light In This Way."
"Sorry! It Is The Greatest Boon That Could Have Fallen On Me. The Secret
Is, So To Say, Off My Mind Now, And I Can Breathe As I Have Not Breathed
For Years. If Ever A Heartfelt Thanksgiving Went Up To Heaven One From Me
Will Ascend To-Night. And The Dowager Does Not Feel The Past A Bit. She
Cared No More For Maude Than For Any One Else. She Can't Care For Any
One. Don't Think Me Harsh, Carr, In Saying So."
"I Am Sure She Does Not Feel It," Emphatically Assented Mr. Carr. "Had
She Felt It She Would Have Been Less Noisy. Thank Heaven For Your Sake,
Hartledon, That The Miserable Past Is Over."
"And Over More Happily Than I Deserved."
A Silence Ensued, And Lord Hartledon Flung The Bits Of Paper Carefully
Into The Fire. Presently He Looked Up, A Strange Earnestness In His Face.
"It Is The Custom Of Some Of Our Cottagers Here To Hang Up Embossed Cards
At The Foot Of Their Bed, With Texts Of Scripture Written On Them. There
Is One Verse I Should Like To Hang Before Every Son Of Mine, Though I Had
Ten Of Them, That It Might Meet Their Eyes Last Ere The Evening's
Sleeping, In The Morning's First Awakening. The Ninth Verse Of The
Eleventh Chapter Of Ecclesiastes."
"I Don't Remember," Observed Thomas Carr, After A Pause Of Thought.
"'Rejoice, O Young Man, In Thy Youth: And Let Thy Heart Cheer Thee In The
Days Of Thy Youth, And Walk In The Ways Of Thine Heart, And In The Sight
Of Thine Eyes: But Know Thou, That For All These Things God Will Bring
Thee Into Judgment.'"
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