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Katharine Frensham

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 1225    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

little Surrey churchyard five miles from "Falun." The verdict was death from sudden failur

arm. It may have been a dream-I have met with three such curious instances in my experience. Moreover, it was known to us all

d her with that same expression of alarm on her face, and I tried to calm her

e of the dream

ok his

e said. "I only kn

sake. He felt that he had already injured the boy, and no word

"I should go on to tell him that I had killed h

nse. He fought it even at the side of the grave, his impenetrable face showing no sign of the mental torture which he was enduring u

eyes, and the strength of my brain, if only I could uns

in a paroxysm of grief, "perha

r's side. The doctor called in during the afternoon, and found them in the study sitting close together and trying to interest themselves in a new book on architecture, which was Alan's beloved subject, and for which he had undoubte

over to Midhurst, and the air will do you both good. You will s

ightened u

her," he said,

r answered. "I thin

Alan said. "I could

nton answered, smiling; and so they went off,

ng of his dead wife and of all the circumstances of their married life. He recalled to himself how bitterness of spirit and tenderness of intention had been ever at war within him. He had no sooner recovered from an attack of bitterness, than he was assailed by prolonged par

poil the rest of my life. I am forty-three. What cannot a man still do and be at forty-t

r with a grim determi

said, as though to a vast aud

riend, Julia Stanhope, with whom she had been touring in Scotland: a woman whom he had always disliked, and who, so he thought, had always encouraged poor Marianne's displays of uncontrolled anger. He put the letters into the post-box. And here apparently was her journal. He did not know that she had kept a journal. He smil

. As usual, bitterly, bitterly sorry. If only

ions and schemes marred by constant turmoil of mind: his own broad outlook on life stealthily fenced in, now in one direction and now another, by her compelling pettiness of temperament. All this he forgot. She h

uppose yourself to be. I may not have all the gifts you are supposed to have; but at least I am a huma

it to himself over and over again, and alm

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