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138 stories in Hunter Valley's papers · page 2 of 7
"Has my soul come to me?" asked Evelyn Romaine one morning, of herself. "Have I been like Undine all these years—living in my art alone, and now that I have learned what love is, has my…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →ON Wednesday lust, at the Wesleyan Church, Mittagong, Mr. T. G. Lang, third sou of Mr. A. R. Lang, of Muswellbrook, and Miss Emily Ward, only daughter of Mr…
Continued on Trove, page 2 →"Did you not guess, Evelyn, how dearly I had grown to love you?" asked Clive Noel, as they sat down by the edge of the river. "Did you never think that some day, soon, I…
Continued on Trove, page 6 →A pretty wedding took place at the residence of Mr. James Lord, West Wallsend. The contracting parties were Thomas Leggett (eldest son of Mr. S. Leggett, Buchanan), and Mary A.E., eldest daughter…
Continued on Trove, page 5 →But, to their surprise—to the surprise of the duke himself—the star kept its place cold, bright, and shining, far but of his reach. The duke's diamonds were returned to him…
Continued on Trove, page 6 →For four whole years that beautiful life at the Chateau Perison lasted. Considering all things—the inconsistency of man, the go-ahead spirit of the times, the altered state of…
Continued on Trove, page 6 →The discussion between Clive Wool and his wife was not renewed. Once or twice she asked him if he had thought of any plan—if he had come to any decision, and with…
Continued on Trove, page 5 →The September sun shone warm and bright on Gothwic Woods. The Summer had been so glorious that not oven yet had the green leaves begun to fall. The trees were in full glory; the stately…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Clive Lord Noel enjoyed the half-hour that followed perhaps more than be had enjoyed anything of late years. Florence had a keen sense of…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →WEDNESDAY, 22nd ult., was (says the Nonara Mercury) observed as a holiday at Paupong, Monaro, work and business being set aside to witness the union…
Continued on Trove, page 3 →"My poor old father!" he said, at last "What will he do when he knows I have married an actress? It will kill him sure as the moon is shining. I might have had…
Continued on Trove, page 6 →The close of a warm September day, the last on which Lady Balaton was to remain at Welsdon; a day unusually warm and sultry, Dinner was over. The carl and Lady Ralston…
Continued on Trove, page 6 →A beautiful June morning, and the golden sun rose early. It was grand to see the summits of those glorious hills, as the golden rays fell slanting over them, seeming to…
Continued on Trove, page 5 →Never wear an emerald for an engagement ring. If you do you will die an old maid. Don't lose your wedding ring; if you do bad luck will pursue you…
Continued on Trove, page 5 →Lady Noel spoke no word as the lawyer gathered up the papers. She saw him wrap up very carefully the little wedding-ring and the torn cheque. Then he turned to her…
Continued on Trove, page 6 →All went well with Lord Clive Noel. His mind was freed from the great weight of fear that had been upon it. He was free, though be could not contract a fresh marriage; yet the old one ceased…
Continued on Trove, page 2 →"I am sure you need not take me home, Mr. Ainsleigh; why give yourself the trouble? I have but to cross one field, and go down the road. I need not take you from your friends."…
Continued on Trove, page 6 →"I am sure you need not take me home, Mr. Ainsleigh; why give yourself the trouble? I have but to cross one field, and go down the road. I need not take you from your friends."…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →"The one charm of our society," as little, affected Mrs. Wolford, the lawyer's wife, used to say, "is, it is so select. We all know each—we know all about each other, so that…
Continued on Trove, page 6 →The little domain of Beechgrove was enclosed by a low rail of iron, that surrounded it. Before the house lay a green lawn, soft as velvet, green as emerald and the house…
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