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one taller than the rest < I looked up < every turn , and sent my eyes into every clump of trees , to find the nest . At fast them was a lane—a green shady lane , with the trees meeting ' over head v und the hedge formed of ivy , honeysuckle , SLad clematis *— ' Ah , old friends , welcome I and thanks for so , sweet and ware a direction ; ' and I ran the rest of die way to the bouse , I should have known it for Ellen * all the world over—^ 1 cannot
stay to describe , for I did not stay to observe , but made towards a glass * door , opening on the lawn , I was right . —* Ellen i * * Harry I '—And there were the same eyes , the same outstretched hands , to welcome the man , as there had been to the boy . It was strange to me how little she was changed—or , to speak more exactly , how the effect upon myself remained the same * There was the eame confidence , reliance , almost
reverence ; there was the same longing that she would bid me do some noble deed , and the same feeling , that I derived power from her presence to go forth » nd triumph . ' And now , how can I help you ? and where is Ellen ? ' ' Oh , you shall hear all—see all ( for she is my all ) by and by . Oh , Harry , she is my life , ' and her eyes filled with tears of joy to overflowing . * But show her to me , for I must not stay above an hour . I came the minute after your note was read' —it was my only
chance for three weeks , as to-morrow I leave town for my father ' sand very hastily , as I have only learnt this morning that I should be obliged to do so . * Only an hour ? why this is very provoking—Eiien is asleep , and I must not wake her ; she has not been well , she is not strong ; and this warm weather is trying to her . But come , you shall see her ; and you must come again very soon , and stay with us , and then you will fund out what a treasure she is , and not think , as you are
balf inclined to do at this moment , that I have let my heart run away with my judgment * Come / And she led the way * noiselessly , up a Bmall flight of stairs , and opened a door just as she used to do , and as she only could do , without waking- a sleeping invalid * For a moment she stood on the threshold , and gazed into the room . You might tell that she looked upon a child worthy to be loved by such . a mother . She motioned to we with her head to come in * The room was like an arbour
in a house : it was small ; but a large glass door opened upon a verandah twice the size of the room , covered with vine wreaths twining and twisting over the arched treliice-work that formed its barrier . Below was the garden , full of trees so ingeniously diaposed as to show openings into a paddock beyond , in which some noble elms stfetohed their arms to shelter the sheep and cattLe lying beneath them . The interior of the room , harmonized well with its exterior , and formed a fitting
casket for the , g $ m it contained . A little miniature avenue of flowers kept open the folding doors * and the soft white drapery of the curtains was so disposed as takeep out all intruders except the gentle breeze which every now aod then wafted them backwards , and forwards to fan the Bleeped „ There wan a table covered with book * mod' drawings , and tker # were nautilus shells wkb fresh flowers blooming in them ; and on a , low ottoman waa Ellea ' A lute , peeping like it * miatress , baiting till she should come to wake it with a thrilling toock from the fairy ^ Hk © fingers that weue now rclaned in graceful n * t » What a form—what a face ! all silence and slumber < as it . was , it seemed to create a different . ataiosptare around her . In looking at her , you felt ** if you had been liftteuiflK to music * ^ The unconscious child-like grace
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 2, 1834, page 729, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2638/page/55/
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