. The Bramleighs of Bishop's Folly . ghit almost breaks my heart to think how desolate we shall soon behere. Never anticipate evil fortune. We are still together, and letus not mar the present by glancing at a possible future. And poor Jack, began Nelly ; but unable to finish, she turnedaway her head to hide the emotion she felt. He shall,—he must stay, cried Julia. You know the price, dearest, said Nelly, throwing herself intoher arms. Well, who says I am not ready to pay it? There, thatsenough of folly. Let us now think of something useful. CHAPTER LIX. A VERY BRIEF DREAM. Julia was seldom h
. The Bramleighs of Bishop's Folly . ghit almost breaks my heart to think how desolate we shall soon behere. Never anticipate evil fortune. We are still together, and letus not mar the present by glancing at a possible future. And poor Jack, began Nelly ; but unable to finish, she turnedaway her head to hide the emotion she felt. He shall,—he must stay, cried Julia. You know the price, dearest, said Nelly, throwing herself intoher arms. Well, who says I am not ready to pay it? There, thatsenough of folly. Let us now think of something useful. CHAPTER LIX. A VERY BRIEF DREAM. Julia was seldom happier than when engaged iu preparing for a^oming guest. There was a blended romance and fuss about it alltliat she liked. She liked to employ her fancy in devising innumerablelittle details, she liked the active occupation itself, and she likedbest of all that storied web of thought iu which she connected theexpected one with all that was to greet him. How he would bepleased with this, what he would think of that ? Would he leave. Have you a Sweetheart, Gretcheu? A VERY liraKF :\r. 389 that chair or that tabic where she had placed it ? Would he likethat seat iu the window, and the view down the glen, as she hopedhe might ? Would the uew-comer, in fact, fall into the same trainof thought and mind as she had who herself planned and executed allaround him. Thus thinking was it that, with the aid of a stout Dalmatianpeasant-girl, she busied herself with preparations for AugustusBramleighs arrival. She knew all his caprices about the room holiked to occupy. How he hated much furniture, and loved spaceand freedom ; how ho liked a soft and tempered light, and that theview from his window should range over some quiet secluded bit oflandscape, rather than take iu what recalled life and movement andthe haunts of men. She was almost proud of the way she saw into peoples naturesby the small dropping preferences they evinced for this or that, andhad an intense pleasure in meeting t
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