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Miss McDonald (Hardcover)
Mary J. Holmes; Edited by 1stworld Library
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R566
Discovery Miles 5 660
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Ships in 10 - 15 working days
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It was the night after the funeral. Ellice Lisle, the loving wife,
devoted mother, kind mistress, and generous friend, had been laid
away to rest; over her pulseless bosom had been thrown the red
earth of her adopted Virginia, and, mingled with its mocking
freshness, was the bitter rain of tears from the eyes of all who
had known the lowly sleeper. Even Nature joined the general
weeping; for, though the early morning had been bright and
beautiful, ere the mourners' feet had left the new-made grave, the
skies had lowered, and a gentle rain descended. "You have pity upon
me, O Heaven, and you weep for me, O earth," had exclaimed Duncan
Stuart Lisle, as, leading his little Hubert by the hand, he turned
away from his lost Ellice. As night deepened, the rain increased,
and the darkness became intense. The house-servants, timid and
superstitious, had all congregated in Aunt Amy's cabin. Amidst
their grief, sincere and profound, was yet a subject of
indignation, which acted as a sort of safety-valve to their
over-much sorrowing.
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Maggie Miller (Hardcover)
J. Holmes Mary J. Holmes, Mary J. Holmes; Edited by 1stworld Library
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R636
Discovery Miles 6 360
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Ships in 10 - 15 working days
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'Mid the New England hills, and beneath the shadow of their dim old
woods, is a running brook whose deep waters were not always as
merry and frolicsome as now; for years before our story opens, pent
up and impeded in their course, they dashed angrily against their
prison walls, and turned the creaking wheel of an old sawmill with
a sullen, rebellious roar. The mill has gone to decay, and the
sturdy men who fed it with the giant oaks of the forest are
sleeping quietly in the village graveyard. The waters of the
mill-pond, too, relieved from their confinement, leap gayly over
the ruined dam, tossing for a moment in wanton glee their locks of
snow-white foam, and then flowing on, half fearfully as it were,
through the deep gorge overhung with the hemlock and the pine,
where the shadows of twilight ever lie, and where the rocks frown
gloomily down upon the stream below, which, emerging from the
darkness, loses itself at last in the waters of the gracefully
winding Chicopee, and leaves far behind the moss-covered walls of
what is familiarly known as the "Old House by the Mill."
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