The Craze of Christina — page 120: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

; . eng 116 The Craze of Christina. “T am not intimately acquainted with ‘your park,’ Mr. Clifford,’’ she said coldly. | ‘*Well, I hope you will soon know it better,”’ he replied, quite unconscious of the secret ani- mosity she was experiencing. “If you turn to the left directly you get inside the lodge gates and walk about fifty yards down the drive, you will see a pathway leading down towards the dip of the ground; then you will come to a gate, and, passing through that, toa thick grove of fir-trees—it is always dry and sheltered along that path, for the trees are old and their thick boughs overlap each other on either side—and after a little way you will come to a summer- house where, if the rain should be very heavy, you can take shelter. If you find you must go out to-morrow, I wish you would go and ex- plore that walk, Miss Pratt.”’ Miss Pratt sat looking straight before her into the fire and made no answer. Clifford sat and watched her with a curious sense of excite- ment in his mind. How perfect was the profile outlined against the gathering gloom of the ~ room, how graceful the pose of her figure as she leaned a little forward in her chair, and how _ daintily the small head was set upon the slender - white throat! Who and what, he wondered, was this exquisite creature who looked born to Eomicbooks com