The Opposite House: A Novel — page 64: what you’re looking at

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The Opposite Flouse. 59 conversed with him for half an hour, and regretted that I must stop for propriety’s sake. It’sa pity that his name is merely Brand and the clever fellow doesn’t belong to the nobility.” Marie had listened breathlessly. “And does this doctor ride, aunt?’ she asked, with glowing cheeks. “Certainly ; and he is avery striking figure when he dashes by on his splendid horse. He knows it, too. ‘Pluto is the marrow of my life!’ he said him. self.” Marie was of a different opinion. She shuddered whenever she saw him at Gerrald’s side, yet she did not know why. “T should like to see him again,” Verja eagerly went on. “I must see him for certain reasons, but where? But stay—he rides to the Gerrald mills every day at three o’clock to see young Gerrald! By the way, it must be a year now since the latter's mother died ; he ‘ll probably shake off his mourning all the more suddenly now, because he is such an odd fellow. How quickly time passes! I'll tell you, Marie, we ‘ll go out to drive at three o’clock to-morrow; you ’ll accompany me, won't you, pet? I’ll call for you in my pony carriage, and we'll drive to the mills. The road is said to be very pretty ; at least perfectly shaded. Be ready at the exact hour. I should be frantic if we missed him.” Comiclbookks