Effie Ogilvie: the story of a young life; vol. 2

Effie had darted away from the side of her father and uncle in one of those _accès_ of impatience which are common to the young and inexperienced. She had no training in that sc...

To postpone the self-sacrifice of an enthusiast for weeks, or even for days, is the hardest of all tests, and a trial almost beyond the power of flesh and blood. Upheld by relig...

The slip between the cup and the lip came in two ways. The first was the arrival from India--in advance of Eric who was to get the short leave which his stepmother thought such...

She was lying on a sofa in the little drawing-room, between the fireplace and the window, where she could both feel and see the fire, and yet command a glimpse of the village an...

The ladies had come to call in their best gowns. Miss Beenie’s was puce, an excellent silk of the kind Mrs. Primrose chose for wear--and Miss Dempster’s was black satin, a littl...

“You have not been there for a long time, Effie. You have just contented yourself with Fred--which is natural enough, I say nothing against that--and left the sisters alone who...

Mr. Moubray was in his study, in the gray of the winter’s afternoon. It is never a very cheerful moment. The fire was burning brightly, the room was warm and pleasant, with plen...

“No, Beenie,” said Miss Dempster solemnly, “her heart is not in it. Do you think it is possible at her age that a young creature could resist all the excitement and the importan...

Effie came down to dinner late--with eyes that betrayed themselves by unusual shining, and a colour that wavered from red to pale. She had put on her white frock hurriedly, forg...

eyes, and even had, by a little tossing, found out some gleams of gold in the brownness of her hair. She was altogether sweet and fair in Fred’s eyes--a creature embodying every...

“We were just bringing her back. No doubt she has darted in at the side door--she was always a hasty creature--and got into her own room. That’s where ye will find her. I cannot...

“She was sent home in the brougham, that disturbed all our sleep just dashing along the road at the dead of night. They were in a terrible state before that. The minister, too,...

Effie had received a blow which was not easily forgotten. The previous mistakes of her young career might have been forgotten, and it is possible that she might have come to be...

Effie came towards him smiling, without apprehension. The atmosphere out of doors had not the same consciousness, the same suggestion in it which was inside. A young man’s looks...