Strange Visitors

rance, I not only retained the pupils Madame had

his gaiety served to divert my mind from reflections on the past, which like spectres wo

etor of Madame's seminary, I had written to Mr. Bristed, thanking him for his kindness, and informing him that I should take measures to repay the expenditures he had incurred

r was a peremptory refusal, sent throug

d, and I flattered myself on having acquired a wisdom and sedateness such as ten yea

t an immature woman, not yet twenty; the glamour of youth still hung over me. I craved human love, and to

which accompanies this season of the year, I walked out upon the piazza in front of the house, looking down upon the street. I thought the keen air would put

ir, and reviewing the morning's duties. While thus engaged, my attention was arrested by the appearance of a tall man on the opposite side of the street, standing still and watching m

gn

ng from head to foot I covered my eyes with my hands, and wou

t me speak

gure mounted the stone steps, only the litt

then wh

r shall I?" said a voice w

I stepped softly to the hall and unlocked the door. He came in with a light, free step, and seated hi

his fascination; his magnetic presence lulled my faculties, and, alas, I

t became like an unpleasant dream in my mind,

btruded itself, and roused me for an i

visits so brief, and

ou always have that deuced old fellow, Monsieur Pilot, running here. I am not very jealous, yet it would

man who had befriended me. It is possible Richard Bristed did not care to be