Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 376 of 399
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ond EA oka) 1S ¥, MAY, résgo. mae HOUSE OF HALLIWELL. BY MRS. HENRY WOOD, AUTHOR OF *‘ EAST LYNNE.” SEO RLS SES CHAPTER XI A WEDDING. A OE a few years went on at Seaford—such a few !—and Mrs. Halliwell found she was not likely to make an old woman. The time was coming that she must die. She thought it was not quite so near: her daughters that it was not near at all. She kept up very well, and they saw no danger. One evening she was sitting on the sofa, with her feet up, near the open window, for she loved the air of the early summer; Hester and Mary were working, and Lucy reading aloud, when Mrs. Halliwell signed to the latter to cease. ‘Someone is coming towards our house,” she said, ‘like a traveller; for surely that is a truck of luggage following.” ‘A lady in deep mourning,” added Mary, looking up. “Yes, _she is making direct for our house. Who canit be?” “Mamma,” cried Hester, hastily, ‘‘be prepared. I fear—you will not be alarmed.” “ Hester, you know that I suffer nothing to alarm me. Speak out.” “T fear it is Aunt Copp; in widow’s weeds.” Aunt Copp it proved to be. She came in, leaving Phceby to take care of the luggage, and sat down amidst them without a word. Throwing back her crape veil, she pointed with her two hands towards her full muslin cap and burst into tears. “Dear Aunt Copp,” cried Lucy, crying too, as she took her hands, “we see it all. When did it happen?” “JT don’t know that I can tell you,” she answered after relieving herself by copious sobs. ‘‘ And to think that Sam never saw his poor idear father before he went! He’s second mate now.” _ “When did it happen?” they inquired. ‘When we last heard, ‘you were at Calcutta.” VOL, XLIX. Y — qa SS) | GOMiGdoo