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Love and Duty, by the Author of 'basil St. John'. (v. 1)
Love and Duty by the Author of 'basil St John' - v. 1 Author:Love Volume: v. 1 General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1866 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than ... more »a million books for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER VI. AN AFTERNOON AT COSSINGTON. ' We wandered to the pine forest That skirts the ocean's foam, The lightest wind was in its nest, The tempest in its home. The whispering waves were half asleep, The clouds were gone to play, And on the bosom of the deep The smile of Heaven lay. It seemed as if the hour were one Sent from beyond the skies, Which scattered from above the sun A light of Paradise.' Shelley. EORGE, dear, ' said Mrs. Drummond at breakfast to her brother, a day or two after Frances' arrival, ' what must you do to-day ?' George Hervey looked up from the Times, and said, ' Well, I must be at the Board of Guardians at twelve, and at seven some of the tenants are to come up to see me; but in the rest of the day I 've not much to do. Why did you ask ?' Mrs. Drummond hesitated a moment, looked at Frances, and said, ' I was wondering whether we could manage to mount this child; she is used to riding all sorts and kinds of horses; and there is so much beautiful country about here that we cannot get at in the carriage; do you think Frank could try Wildfire with a petticoat ? She was by way of carrying a lady when we bought her. I am not sure whether she is quiet, but you would soon see.' Frances' eyes brightened as Mrs. Drummond spoke, though she was as yet a little too much afraid of Sir George for a ride alone with him to be unmitigated pleasure; still, a ride was always delightful. She looked at her host inquiringly, listening for his answer -- 'Well, I don't know what Miss Fortescue would think of Wildfire as a mount. Such a little rough pony is ve...« less