The Argosy — page 341: what you’re looking at

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THE ARGOSY MAY 1, 1873. THE MASTER OF GREYLANDS. BY THE AUTHOR OF ** East LYNNE.” CHAPTER XITI. A STORM OF WIND. HE wind was rising. Coming in gusts from across the sea, it swept round the Dolphin Inn with a force that seemed to shake the old walls and stir the window-panes—for the corner that made the site of the inn was always an exposed one. Madame Guise, undressing slowly by the expiring fire in her chamber, shivered as she listened to if. The wind did not howl in this fashion around her own sheltered home in the sunny Dauphiné. There was no grand sea there for it to whirl and play over, and come off with a shrieking moan. Not often there did they get cold weather like this ; or white snow covering the plains ; or ice in the water-jugs. And never yet before in her uneventful life, had it fallen to her lot to travel all across France from South to North with a little child to take care of, and then to encounter the many hours’ passage in a stifling boat on a rough and raging sea ; and after'a night’s rest in London to come off again in the cold English stage-coach for how many miles she knew not. All this might have served to take the colour from her face and to give the shiverings to her frame—for land travelling in those days was not the easy pastime it is made now. But there was worse behindit. Not the cold, not the want of rest, was it, that was so trying her, but the frightful whispers of a supposed tragedy that had (so to say) greeted her arrival at the Dolphin. But a few hours within its walls, and she had been told that him of whom she had come in secret search, her husband, had disappeared out of life. For this poor young lady, Charlotte Guise, was in truth the wife of An- VOL. XV. Y COMIC OOOKS. EO