Newlyn House; The Home of the Davenports

Newlyn House; The Home of the Davenports

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 edition. Excerpt: ...return some time in the afternoon. A pleasant, cosy little dinner the two had together, which Lilian greatly enjoyed. Miss Westoby made a great deal of her, for it was not often that she had company. When dinner was over, Miss Westoby lay on the sofa by the fire, and Lilian seated herself on a low seat at her side. She was beginning to understand and appreciate Miss Westoby more than she had ever done before. 'Miss Westoby, ' she said, after a pause, 'I am sure you must have many interesting tales of bygone days. I wish you would tell me one or two.' Miss Westoby's eyes lighted up. Lilian had just hit on the subject upon which she most loved to talk. 'Why, my dear, I don't know that they would be interesting to you; though I often like to think upon what is past and gone.' 'Indeed I should like to hear anything you can tell me, dear Miss Westoby; but best about yourself.' 'Or, better still, about my dear and only sister. It is long since I have spoken of her.' And Miss Westoby went on to tell Lilian of what that sister, who was some years older than herself, had been to her; how she had watched over her and taken care of her after the death of their mother, and later, when they two were left entirely alone. Then she spoke of that sister's illness and happy death, and of her overwhelming sorrow when she was left to the lonely life she had led ever since. 'And such a suffering one too!' said Lilian, sympathizingly. 'Poor Miss Westoby! how very very sad you would be then!' 'Ah, my dear; but I may thank God that mine has been a suffering life. It is the greatest blessing He ever sent me.' R 'Were you always lame?' 'No, not always. Once I could run about as well as you can, Lilian. It was owing to a fall I had when about eighteen; when I was as wild..show more

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  • Paperback | 56 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 118g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236597842
  • 9781236597847