Taken at the Flood. Chapter Xxv. Matters Financial
Not a word did Sylvia say to her father all through that Sunday. He was at church almost all day with the school, so the two saw very little of each other in private…
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Taken at the Flood. Chapter Xxvi. Mr. Bain Pleads the Cause of the Widow
Sir Aubrey, always an early riser, breakfasted a little earlier than usual on the morning after his interview with Sylvia, and mounted his favorite Splinter directly after…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Taken at the Flood. Chapter Xxviii.the Threshold of Fate
The dinner at Perriam Place was a very quiet business. Mr. Carew and his daughter found the drawing-room empty of human life when they entered it a few moments before…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Taken at the Flood. Chapter Xxix. .“I Sign the Lack of Many a Thing I Sought,”
The swift days went past. Very swift they seemed to Sylvia, and yet very slow. She had chosen her own fate, yet she felt in a manner doomed. There were times when she…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Taken at the Flood. Chapter Xxxi. the Aloe That Blooms But Once
The Dean House family saw no more of Edmund Standen that night. He stayed in the study for about an hour, and than let himself quietly out of the hall door, and set off in…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Taken at the Flood. Chapter Xxxiii, “Thou Look’ St So Like What Once Was Mine.”
Time wears the beauty off all temporal blessings. That stately old yellow chariot, which had been at first a source of pride to Lady Perriam, by degrees became almost loathsome,…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Taken at the Flood. Chapter Xxxv. Stricken Down
In the early part of March. Sir Aubrey left his room. He was now pronounced well enough to spend a few hours in the saloon daily, and even to take a short drive in the…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Taken at the Flood. Chapter Xxxvii. Dr. Crow’s Opinion
Dr. Crow, the London physician, appeared at Perriam in the dusk of the following afternoon. He was the great man for all patrician ailments, having as it were a divine right to…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Taken at the Flood. Chapter Xxxix. Mr. Bain Makes Himself Useful
Sylvia’s babe grew and flourished, and for the rest of that glorious summer time it seemed to her as if life had a new zest. The infant was such a novel plaything, and its existence gave…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Taken at the Flood. Chapter Xli. Sylvia Asks a Question
That feeble lamp of life which burned in the sick chamber in High-street, Monkhampton, survived the gloom of deepest winter, now sinking almost to extinction, now flickering…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Taken at the Flood. Chapter Xliii. Oh, Very Gloomy Is the House of Woe
Perriam Place without Sir Aubrey looked exactly the same as it had looked beneath his quiet rule. Strange that in the many forms which our grief for the lost assume there is…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Taken at the Flood. Chapter Xliv. (Continued.) “I Do Believe You ; and I Know You True.”
One calm April twilight—about six weeks after Sir Aubrey's death—Edmund and Esther had strayed as far as Cropley Common, that rugged heath upon which Mr. Standen had…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Taken at the Flood. Chapter Xlvii. “The Faults of Love by Love Are Justified.”
Was Edmund Standen happy ? He tried to believe that his lot was life’s consummate felicity. He was prosperous, successful as a man of business, appreciated by directors and…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Taken at This Flood. Chapter Xlix “More Bitter Than Death.”
No sleep visited Edmund Standen’s eyelids that night His eyes had a seated feeling, as if he had been staring into the red-hot heart of a furnace. He did not delude himself by…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Taken at the Flood. Chapter Li. Random Shots
The receipt of that telegram was a blow that struck home. Sylvia had brought her lover to her feet, as she firmly believed, and behold, at the moment when she felt most…
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