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The Light at an Upper Window Emily Mary Rutherford

The Light at an Upper Window

Emily Mary Rutherford

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ISBN : 9780217250283
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88 pages
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This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1884. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... musical with the drowsy hum of the insects. ItMoreThis historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1884. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... musical with the drowsy hum of the insects. It was a day when the earth seemed flooded in sunshine, but the richly wooded country of Hurstleigh looked cool and shady even beneath the hot sun of an August afternoon- while the grey walls of the old mansion rose cold and majestic out of the midst of a sweet confusion of natures choicest gifts. In the deep window of one of the sombre sitting-rooms that opened on to the terrace sat Miss Stanley. It wanted no further witness than her cheerful countenance and bright summer costume to tell that the dreaded catastrophe had been averted. But though all danger was over, and Mr. Stanleys health progressing daily, he was unable to bear the thought of parting with his younger daughter again, for the present- so that Miss Stanley, seeing her prophecies fulfilled, had surrendered her summer plans, and remained with her brother and nieces at Hurstleigh. And, therefore, she was sitting by the open window this glorious summer day, looking almost out of place in her gay dress and with her bright expression beneath the shelter of those grey walls, and in that quaintly furnished room that looked out on the thickly-wooded grounds, whose high trees seemed quite to shut out the east wing--the residence of the family--from the other part of the house. The deep mourning attire and the pale, sorrowful expression of her beautiful companion seemed more suited to the surroundings. Marion Kuthven was seated at the further window with her face turned away from her aunt, and her head resting on her hand- presently Miss Stanley glanced towards her, and the cheerful expression of her countenance faded as she did so: a moment after, her attention was arrested by the sight of Clare, bright, lovely as ever, running over the lawn with a little child...