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Love for an Hour Is Love Forever Amelia E. Barr

Love for an Hour Is Love Forever

Amelia E. Barr

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ISBN : 9780217863353
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150 pages
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1891. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XII. HOPE AND TWO SAD WOMEN.MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1891. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XII. HOPE AND TWO SAD WOMEN. Ah, who shall help us from overtelling That sweet, forgotten, forbidden lore Een as we doubt in our hearts once more, With a rush of tears to our eyelids welling, Love comes back to his vacant dwelling.--Austin Dobson, Going to die For who shall waste in sadness, Shorn of the sun, the very warmth and light, Miss the green welcome of the sweet earths gladness, Lose the round life that only love makes bright- There is no succor if these things are taken- None but Death loves the lips by love forsaken.--Austin Dobson. A BOUT the middle of September the squire and his bride returned to Atherton Court. Great preparations were made for this event, and Loida took a special pride in delivering up her household charge with that kind of dclat which spotless purity and elaborate adornment can give. The new mistress of Atherton stepped across a threshold whose antique beauty was radiant with the flowers gathered that morning--dahlias and asters, lavender and marigold, and all the treasures of bronzing ferns and the autumn amaryllis. She stepped across it with a smile of irresistible attraction--a smile that deprecated premature judgment, that asked for affection, and insinuated all it asked. She was a very pretty woman, quite forty years of age, but looking much younger. Her dress was the perfection of taste--dark, rich, and of faultless fit. She was exquisitely booted and gloved, and her hat was piquant and becoming- altogether she gave the idea of a dainty bird in its fresh spring plumage. Francesca and Miss Loida were in full dinner dress, and there was the stir and air of a festival throughout the house. Mrs. Atherton was charmed and charming, and the squire happy because she was happy. They came to the dinner-table...