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Chapter 1 LOVE
The house in which Mr. and Mrs. Molvern lived was one of the usual kind, with its red painted door and small garden looking out on a very dreamy park. The bed-room windows which all looked out on the front, had half dirty white curtains in them, above which could be seen dark red silk sashes of the same dirtiness.
Mr. Molvern was a red haired quick tempered gentleman, with very small grey eyes and a clever looking pink face. He would always wear brown suits, but as everybody said he looked much better in black. Mrs. Molvern was quite on the contrary. She had indeed a quiet temper, with a pale delicate looking face with large brown eyes that looked at people with great interest, and her fair hair glistened in the sun. She usually wore half dirty white dresses, and in going out she wore a dark blue velvet jacket with black fur and a brown hat with red poppies. She never wore gloves except on Sundays and then she wore yellow cotton ones.
At the present time they had a young gentleman staying with them, who lived in the neighbourhood. He was sitting in his room waiting for the town clock to strike four, because when it did he had to go out and meet his truelove, whose name was Edith Plush. His own name was Thomas Henrick, but he was known as Burke in that family. At last hearing the hour strike, he snatched up a felt hat, and putting it on his greasy head started off to meet his truelove.
When he reached Mionge Lane he met his pretty truelove skipping along most lady-like and primly. She was dressed in a light blue dress with a white sash tied at the side in two knots. Her long fair hair hung down her back tied with a pink ribbon, and her fringe was fluttering in the breeze. Behind her fringe she wore a wreath of green ivy. In one hand she carried a leghorn hat with red and blue ribbon, and in the other a silken bag filled with a threepenny bit and two biscuits, and her age was nineteen.
"Well my pretty bird," she said as she approached Burke, "I hope you will like to 'manger' a biscuit with me," (I may add that she was fond of French).
"Thank you Edith," he said, "I will have one if it is a cracknell."
Then Edith burst into a fit of tears and howled out, "Oh but they are Osbornes."
"Well to dry up those moist tears, I will eat one," said Burke.
"You dear!" said Edith like sunshine after rain, for the smiles had come on her face, as she opened her silken bag and popped one into his blistered hand. After this Burk and Edith walked along down the lane, which I forgot to say was shaded by trees all along.
"Burke," said Edith after a long pause, "you have talked often enough and said we shall be married one day, but when it is going to come off I am sure I don't know."
"Well my dear Edith you must recollect I am not a good dancer and have no nice suits, and you must recollect my people are not in this neighbourhood and I can't write marriage letters, and to begin with I don't think my people would like me to be married just yet as I am not quite twenty nine."
"Well it is silly of you," said Edith, "after having talked to me so often about it, and bothered to come into my house, and sat on the drawing room sofa to make arrangements, and now you seem not to care for it a bit, just because your people are not in the neighbourhood; and besides I was getting quite excited about it!"
"If you had only a little more reason in you," said Burke, "you might take it all in and understand a bit, but you are such a great stupid, so I must leave it alone and wait till I get a chance to speak to Mrs. Molvern about it-she has got a bit of sense in her if you haven't," and his revengeful face made poor little Edith shudder. Indeed she was now too frightened to answer, and she kept on trying to go home every time she got a chance, but Burke's quick eye caught her every time.
Edith walked on slowly in front thinking what was the best way to cheer Burke out of his most moodful mind. At last she hit on a plan. "Burke," she said "I have painted such a pretty little tray, it will just hold a cup of tea and a plate of toast and the paint is quite dry now, if you will come in and have a cup of tea with me to-day, I will gladly show it to you."
This short but cheerful conversation of Edith's, made Burke quite forget their quarrel, and he turned round and said, "I will willingly come Edith, I know your good painting,-hark, there is four o'clock striking now."
"So it is," said Edith pulling her hat more over her fringe.
Burke and Edith walked down the quiet little village in which both their houses stood. At last they arrived at Edith's house which was much prettier than Mrs. Molvern's.
"Don't you think," said Burke as he advanced to it with firm stride, "that you had better ring the bell, as you have a visitor with you?"
"Oh, no," said Edith "my mother would be sure to say if she knew it was I, that I was never to ring again, giving all that trouble to the servants; it isn't as if you were alone."
"Very well," said Burke, "I only thought perhaps it was best."
Edith smiled at him as she went up the front door steps. She led him into her pretty little bed-room to take off his things while she took off hers.
"How very comfortable all looks" said Burke, "I feel quite inclined to write a note at that pretty little table there."
"Oh indeed but you shan't," said Edith just beginning her snappy temper, but Burke forgot to reply to her.
They then went down and had some tea and Burke much admired the pretty tray of Edith's. They had for tea some cold ham (the remainder of the luncheon) some toasted buns, a sago pudding, a dried bloater and a couple of shrimps.
After this Edith threatened to hate Burke if he would not arrange about the marriage.
"Look here, I wish you would talk of something else," said Burke, "I have a good mind not to marry you at all."
But at this Edith clung so wretchedly to his knees that he had to say, "well, to-morrow morning."
So that next morning Burke walked along down the village trying to make out where his own dear Edith could be.
Just as he was thinking of going up to her house he saw Norah Mackie and Evelyn Slattery coming along together.
"Your friend," they said chaffingly, "is picking some old geraniums in the front garden."
Burke stared at them straight and putting out his tongue once or twice, walked on to find his darling pet.
"I wish my sister Mary was here," echoed Evelyn, "she would soon strike out at you." And they walked on grumbling at his impudence.
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Chapter 1 LOVE
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Chapter 2 INTRODUCING THE FAMILY
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Chapter 3 LESLIE WOODCOCK
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Chapter 4 THE BALL
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Chapter 5 AFTER THE BALL
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Chapter 6 No.6
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Chapter 7 THE ELOPEMENT
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Chapter 8 THE LODGINGS
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Chapter 9 THE MARRIAGE
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Chapter 10 THE CONFUSION
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Chapter 11 JOHNSON'S SEARCH
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Chapter 12 SYLVIA'S RETURN
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Chapter 13 No.13
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Chapter 14 BEATRICE LANGTON'S HOME
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Chapter 15 No.15
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Chapter 16 No.16
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Chapter 17 No.17
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Chapter 18 No.18
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Chapter 19 No.19
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Chapter 20 No.20
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Chapter 21 No.21
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Chapter 22 PROLOGUE
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Chapter 23 THE COTTAGE BY THE HILL
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Chapter 24 THE SECRET SAFE
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Chapter 25 THE PROPOSAL
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Chapter 26 GLADYS LINCARROL
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Chapter 27 A DISSOPOINTING LETTER
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Chapter 28 THE ALARM
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Chapter 29 BAD NEWS
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Chapter 30 HELEN'S ACCTIDENT
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Chapter 31 IN THE COURT OF JUSTICE
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Chapter 32 HELEN'S RESOLVE
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Chapter 33 THE DISGUISE
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Chapter 34 HOME AGAIN
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Chapter 35 THE ROBBERY
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Chapter 36 SETTLED
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Chapter 37 BOUND FOR NORFOLK
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Chapter 38 THE OFFICE
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Chapter 39 IMPROVEMENTS
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Chapter 40 THE SILVER TEAPOT
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