This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1884 edition. Excerpt: ...signified that luncheon was served. Then Edward heard a door slam up above, and saw a figure flit down the staircase. ' Come along, we will make ever so much haste, ' said Amy, appearing before him. He bowed, and followed her into the dining-room, dimly wondering why she looked like a fairy. The two sat down ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1884 edition. Excerpt: ...signified that luncheon was served. Then Edward heard a door slam up above, and saw a figure flit down the staircase. ' Come along, we will make ever so much haste, ' said Amy, appearing before him. He bowed, and followed her into the dining-room, dimly wondering why she looked like a fairy. The two sat down at the big table. There was a large glass epergne in the centre, with many vase-like protuberances filled with lilies of the valley and tender ferns, that looked all the more delicate among the heavy, solid furniture of a modern English dining-room. The butler served the soup: Then Amy said something in Welsh, which Edward thought was, spoken like that, the prettiest-sounding language he had heard, and both butler and footman retired. ' You won't mind?' Amy said, with a faint blush. ' You see, I want to talk to you while you are here--which may not be for long--and servants are such a nuisance, listening to every word one says, and detailing it all downstairs. Oh, I know! Harman tells me.' Edward bowed very gravely. He had just discovered why Miss Norman had suggested the idea of a fairy to him. She was dressed in green--dark, soft green--and her glistening fair hair was unusually fluffy. ' You are thinking how untidy I am--oh, don't deny--I can see it in your face, ' said Amy. ' I am very helpless--I can't dress myself properly. I knew my hair was a sight, and I feel crooked. But I sent Harman down with some things for that poor girl.' ' I know; I saw her. And that poor girl is very ill.' Edward spoke with feeling. He thought of that bare hut, with the wan young mother, and Amy's manner seemed frivolous; it jarred upon him. But as he glanced up at his young hostess he felt compunction again. She looked serious, and sinking back in her chair, ...
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