Guy Earlscourt's Wife — page 77: what you’re looking at

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istic beauty rose pink— own tresses. Warren re- uch a laun- e, “I’ve got ne with me young man, rreu during y daughter, of ineffable yw will you?” e Honorable ole face one only came (, you know, and he came d he remem- years. And, o refuse, and id I declare, Clive New- e 2” rt was in my autiful even- ld me I had Alice, blush- nd thin, and . and hands, T wish IT had 1 if my heart wll introduce . to ask me to o with a sud- ion that some ne as herself. now. It’s all dn’t do for us nt Montalien Priory, 74 to force ourselves upon them. He esked me if I wouldn’t give him as many dances as he wanted to-night; and, Polly do you know, he said he wouldn’t be satisfied unless he vot every one. And then, he gave me a look—such a lock !” i “T wonder what Peter will say?” suggested Polly, ma- liciously, and a trifle jealous, as young ladies will be of their best friends on some oceasions; “he has given you looks be- fore now, too, hasy’t he? There! don’t be vexed, Alice, I hope hil dance with you the whole night long. I only pray I shan’t have to sit out many—I should die of vexation if that Eliza Long is asked and I’m left.” They were entering under the great stone arch by this time, with its escutcheon—two mailed hands elasped, and the motto Semper Fidelis.’ This Norman aren, and one part of the Priory, was old as the Conquest itself—ereeted by the hands of Norman masons. An avenue a mile long led to the Priory a lofty and noble mansion, gray and ivy-grown, quaint and picturesque. Tall, twisted chimneys reared up against the June sky, its painted windews blazed in the sun its pointed gables, its lofty turrets, where a huge bell swung, and around which the ivy, inany and many a century old, had elung until its girth was pretty nearlv that of an oak tree. Velveiv glades, stone terraces, where peacocks strutted in the sun, long, leafy areades, where eool, green, darkness ever reigned, and glimpses, as they drew near the house, of a Norman porch, where woodbine and dog roses elustered, and an open door, revealing 4 hall with armor on the walls, skins of Canadian wolves, of Polar bears and African lions, on the polished oak fioor, A noble hall, with a grained roof, and grand staircase, up which you might drive a coach and four. Ilow beautiful it all is!” Poily eried. “How splendid! How grand! Think how, for centuries and centuries, it has descended from father to son, all brave warriors, great states- men, noble orators. And we have never had a grandfather! 4 glorious life must be in the world these people live. But Alice was not listenine to this outburst—her eves were wandering in search of some one—some one whom she did not see. It was a pretty sight, too, and well worth looking at. "he noble Priory, the sunlit glades, smooth and trim as | lawn, and shadowed by magnificent oaks and beeches, and gathered there nearly three hundred persons, men women and children, tenantry, farm laborers. servants and trades- people, with their wives, sweethearts and children. And over all waving trees and sunny, serene sky. ; 3 Look! look, Polly!” exclaimed Alice, breathlessly; “there come the gentlefolks now.” comicbooks.com \