Kenelm Chillingly — Volume 06 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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why or wherefore? We can but say it is love, and love at that earlier
section of its history which has not yet escaped from romance; but by what process that other person has become singled out of the whole universe to attain such special power over one is a problem that, though many have attempted to solve it, has never attained to solution. In the dim light of the room Kenelm could only distinguish the outlines of Lily's delicate face, but at each new surprise in the show, the face intuitively turned to his, and once, when the terrible image of a sheeted ghost, pursuing a guilty man, passed along the wall, she drew closer to him in her childish fright, and by an involuntary innocent movement laid her hand on his. He detained it tenderly, but, alas! it was withdrawn the next moment; the ghost was succeeded by a couple of dancing dogs. And Lily's ready laugh--partly at the dogs, partly at her own previous alarm--vexed Kenelm's ear. He wished there had been a succession of ghosts, each more appalling than the last. The entertainment was over, and after a slight refreshment of cakes and wine-and-water the party broke up; the children visitors went away attended by servant-maids who had come for them. Mrs. Cameron and Lily were to walk home on foot. "It is a lovely night, Mrs. Cameron," said Mr. Emlyn, "and I will attend you to your gate." "Permit me also," said Kenelm. "Ay," said the vicar, "it is your own way to Cromwell Lodge." The path led them through the churchyard as the nearest approach to |
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