The Three Brides by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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"No enjoyment?" he asked in surprise. "Only by the merest chance and exception," she answered, surprised at his surprise; "what is there to enjoy?" The peculiar-looking clergyman might have seemed more likely to ask such a question than the beautiful girl, but he looked at her anxiously and said, "Don't nourish morbid dislike and contempt, my dear Lena, it is not a safeguard. There are such things as perilous reactions. Try to weigh justly, and be grateful for kindness, and to like what is likeable." At that moment, after what had been an interval of weary famine to all but these two, host and hostess appeared, the lady as usual, picturesque, though in the old black silk, with a Roman sash tied transversely, and holly in her hair; and gaily shaking hands-- "That's right, Lady Rosamond; so you are trusted here! Your husband hasn't sent you to represent him?" "I'm afraid his confidence in me did not go so far," said Rosamond. "Ah! I see--Lady Tyrrell, how d'ye do--you've brought Lena? Well, Rector, are you prepared?" "That depends on what you expect of me." "Have you the convinceable spot in your mind?" "We must find it. It is very uncommon, and indurates very soon, so |
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