The House on the Moor, v. 3/3

IT was still early, when Susan, somewhat flushed by her rapid walk, and somewhat tired to the boot--for, elastic and strong, and accustomed to exercise as she was, six miles of...

While the rapid railway, of which she was half afraid among all her other fears and excitements, carried Susan across the border, her brother hastened by himself along the count...

Mr. Stenhouse, whatever his motive or purpose might be, received Horace, on his arrival at Harliflax, where the lawyer had preceded his new clerk by a few days, with great civil...

While Horace made _his_ beginning full of new emotions and interests at Harliflax, Susan entered into a kind of miraculous happiness and comfort, which her very brightest dreams...

Forgetting totally for the time all lesser projects, and suffering Mr. Pouncet and old Adam, Roger Musgrave and his lost property, to fall behind him into complete oblivion, tho...

When Horace arrived at his lodgings he found two letters awaiting him, which gave a momentary diversion to the dark current of his thoughts. One of them was from Colonel Sutherl...

Without any awe, or indeed much interest--with the indifference of a man absorbed in his own affairs, and the still more revolting carelessness of one who had begun to play in h...

"Armitage is the most indolent man I know, Susan," said Colonel Sutherland; "here is his letter, my love, saying he has written to his attorney to make inquiries. And yet, after...

When Susan and Roger met again late in the day they had somewhat changed conditions. Lieutenant Musgrave--for that was now the rank of the young volunteer--had, to his own pleas...

While Roger Musgrave travelled full of hope and pleasant anticipation towards Milnehill, Roger's mother had been mourning over her dead husband. And now, while that happy evenin...

In Mr. Stenhouse's office, where affairs were being wound up, Horace Scarsdale held his clerk's place in greater personal discomfiture than he had ever previously known. Mr. Ste...

WITH Mr. Pouncet's letter in his pocket--that self-betraying document, which he had estimated at once at its due value--Horace set out the next day for Kenlisle. Yet not for Ken...

While the simple household at Milnehill felicitated itself on the reality of the search about to be made, Mr. Pouncet's confidential clerk left Kenlisle. Horace went slowly thro...

Horace never knew how he passed that night; during the twilight and the early darkness he hovered about the moor, lying down among the fragrant heather, when now and then for a...

WHILE these dark elements of tragedy were gathering about the lonely house of Marchmain, things went on very cheerfully in Milnehill, where everybody was vaguely encouraged by t...

Colonel Sutherland and his young friend, who had by this time something to communicate which the discreet old soldier was perhaps not unprepared to hear, left Edinburgh that eve...

When Horace returned to Harliflax it was night--too late even for an accepted lover to gain admittance to the widowed house of Mrs. Stenhouse, and Horace was not even an openly...

A few days after this scene Roger Musgrave and Sir John Armitage arrived at Harliflax. Edmund was still living, and not less life-like than he had been for years, though his wil...

Two days after, the same party met again in Mrs. Stenhouse's drawing-room. Horace had eluded all attempts on the part of Roger and Sir John to see or have any conversation with...

How that dark interval of time had passed at Marchmain no one could tell--for Peggy, the only individual who could have known, had long ceased to speculate on her master's senti...

At that moment when Susan, full of tenderness and compunction, knelt by her father's bedside, and Mr. Scarsdale's hand still trembled upon her hair--token, all too late, of the...

Before that night was over the terrible visitor whom Horace believed his own act to have brought to Marchmain entered the lonely house; but the unhappy parricide did not hear or...

Armed by the extremity of his alarm, Horace ventured, no one being near to spy upon him, to enter, in his miserable search, the chamber of death itself. He dared not look toward...

"And so the Cornel's at Marchmain; it's like you're acquaint with all the history of that family, Patchey, my lad--tak up your glass; ould comrades like you and me are no in the...

It was not till weeks after the mortal remains of his father had been laid to their final rest that Horace, out of his fever and frenzy, came to himself. Long before that time t...

"And so, hinny, you're to be married, and set up in a house of your own; and, 'stead o' solitude, and a wild moor, and ould Peggy, have all the county wishing ye joy. Eh, weel!...