Category: Novels
Ding--ding--dill! Dill--ding--dill! This last was the cracked bell of the village church ringing "to service." The speakers were two farmers, who, after exchanging greeting, leant against the churchyard wall, and looked over, as they had done every fine-weather Sunday this thi...
Once more Andrew Fisher, aged ninety years, sat in his beehive chair facing the western window in Warren House. The sun was sinking, and seemed to hang over the distant vale, to...
7. CHAPTER SIX.Margaret did not remove her hand from Geoffrey's grasp, partly because her mind was occupied with the difficulties of the position, partly because she naturally relied upon him....
11. CHAPTER TEN."For the tenant, yes," said the Squire, as he shouldered his gun and turned away from the gate. "For _me_, it is another matter. It is a question with me if this deep ploughing...
9. CHAPTER EIGHT.It was a lovely afternoon: white fleecy clouds lingered in the upper atmosphere, so gauze-like in texture as scarcely to diminish the sun's rays when they passed over. The golde...
1. CHAPTER ONE.Ding--ding--dill! Dill--ding--dill! This last was the cracked bell of the village church ringing "to service." The speakers were two farmers, who, after exchanging greeting, lea...
12. CHAPTER ELEVEN.It was fortunate that Basset's dislike of meeting Squire Thorpe caused Geoffrey to be conveyed to Greene Ferne, for Felix was there, and he had sufficient knowledge of surgery t...
5. CHAPTER FOUR."Gee, Diamond! Now, Captain!" cried Margaret, imitating the gruff voice of the carter. Crack! The long-knotted lash of the waggon-whip, bound about the handle with brazen rings,...
2. CHAPTER TWO.Baa--baa! A long-drawn pettish bleating that sometimes sounded absurdly like the "Ma--ma!" of a spoilt child. The lambs gambolled in the genial sunshine over the daisies; the ew...
8. CHAPTER SEVEN.When Geoffrey felt certain that she was sleeping, his next care was to examine the exterior of the Cave, thinking that there might probably be openings between the stones that w...
4. mill. Thence he had noted the changing seasons and the cycle of theNinety times the snowdrop had hung her white flower under the sheltering wall. For ninety springs the corncrake's monotonous cry had resounded in the mowing-grass. The cuckoo ca...
6. CHAPTER FIVE."Aw, aim for th' Tump, measter; aim for th' Tump," said the carter, slanting his whip to indicate the direction. "When you gets thur, look'ee, go for th' Cas'l; and when you get...
3. CHAPTER THREE.The huge water-wheel in the mill by Warren House went slowly round and round, grinding the corn. The ancient walls of the mill trembled under the ponderous motion, trembled but...