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The Story of Bawn

Chapter 8 THE STILE IN THE WOOD

Word Count: 1728    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

d when I had drunk my tea and eaten with an appetite I went

I used to sit in the middle of her bed with the curtains of blue and silver damask falling to either side of me, and she would give me boxes of pretty things to play with. To this day I like better than any of her valuable jewels her pretty trinkets of garnet and amethyst and topaz, of which she has a great many. They lay in trays in glass-lidded

I cried out in delight. They were all white, yellowed a litt

hawl. There were several frocks of silk and lace and muslin and fine woollen. There were finely laced and frilled petticoats and silk stockings and sho

ve lain packed away in silver paper all these years. I have brought them into the light of day fo

n't want to be married. It is nicer when people will be satisfied with being just dear brothers. A

ublin shops during our visit. Louise will fit the things on you. They will have to be

me, kneeling by my side and turning me this way and that

fitted me; ecstatic little cries of admiration; deep sighs

as much pleasure out of th

that drapes so perfectly. Fortunately Mademoiselle lends herself to the lovely things. They become her. They cling to her figure as tho

is quite possible that he would like me better in the pink print yonder. The beautiful things will be

do not agree with you, Mademoiselle, that he would not admire these

have altered in my cousin's eyes; but he had hardly altered to me from the boy with whom I went climb

ears," said Louise; and I was conscious

I tremble if grandpapa is a little later on a hunting day than we expect him, or on Wednesday when the petty sessions are on at Quinn.

s. I never said you were not

ding that she was always one to let her tongue run away with her. Louise had been with Mi

godmother, and found her with Miss Standis

ng too long. Once set Louise to fitting clothes and she forgets everythin

?" Miss Standish put in eagerly. "I a

nd the shadows were growing longer; the coolness of evening was coming. The birds were singing their even-song. As I went down the marble steps in the grassy terraces from th

beggar were not to be feared. The labourers going home from the fields touched their caps with a friendly "God save you kindly, Miss Bawn." The children by the cott

stems of the springing trees looked like so many great candles in a golden house; there was a sweet sound of falling waters, for a little mountain stream ran through the wood, and in its neighbourhood the a

ng on the stile which led out on the road nearly opposite the postern gate in our par

eople were always friendly and respectful. But as I came close up to the man who sat on the stile and who had

was as frightened as ever was a hare of the dogs; nay, more frightened, for the hare has at least her speed. My feet seemed clogged by leaden we

pretty creature," he said. "I am going to lift you ove

g of him was so great that it made me physically incapable of resistance. I uttered one cry, but I felt that there was no bo

he has bitten me,"

wn his hand, while my brave old dog stood

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