The Slave of the Lamp by Henry Seton Merriman
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anxiety regarding the welfare of the two old ladies was already
alleviated by distance. The strong sea air, the change to pleasant and kindly society, were already beginning their work. Suddenly Molly stopped, and Christian saw that she was standing at the edge of a long, still sheet of water bounded by solid stonework, which, however, was crumbling away in parts, while everywhere the green moss grew in velvety profusion. "Oh, Christian," said Molly lightly, "I suppose Sidney told you a little of our news. Men's letters are not discursive as a rule I know, but no doubt he told you--something." He was standing beside her at the edge of the moat, looking down into the deep, clear water. "Yes," he replied slowly, "yes, Molly; he told me a little in a scrappy, unsatisfactory way." A pained expression came into her eyes for a moment, and then she spoke, rather more quickly than was habitual with her, but without raising her voice. "He told you--nothing about Hilda?" she said interrogatively. He turned and looked down at her. "No--nothing." Then he followed the direction of her eyes, and saw approaching them a |
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