Ellen Wood

Ellen Wood

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Portrait of Ellen Wood Ellen Wood,  East Lynne — Chapter 44 (1861)

“ Madame Vine was agitated. She held her handkerchief to her mouth, and the boy noticed how her hands trembled.
"I have learnt to love Lucy. It has appeared to me in these few months' sojourn with her, that I have stood to her in light of a mother. William Vane," she solemnly added, keeping her hold upon him, "I shall soon be where earthly distinctions are no more; where sin and sorrow are no more. Should Lucy Carlyle indeed become your wife, in after years, never, never cast upon her, by so much as the slightest word of reproach, the sin of Lady Isabel."
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Portrait of Ellen Wood Ellen Wood,  East Lynne — Chapter 44 (1861)

“ For Lucy's sake, therefore, she would be grieved to part with Madame Vine, and would raise her salary to anything in reason, if she would but stay. But, on her own score, Barbara had as soon Madame Vine went as not; for, in her heart of hearts, she had never liked her. She could not have told why. Was it instinct? Very probably. The birds of the air, the beasts of the field, the fishes of the sea, have their instincts, and so does man have his. Perhaps it was the unaccountable resemblance that Madame Vine bore to Lady Isabel. ”
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Portrait of Ellen Wood Ellen Wood,  East Lynne — Chapter 44 (1861)

“ I am going to take her for a drive in the pony carriage, if you must know. She said she'd come, and John's getting it ready."
"I could not possibly allow it," said Madame Vine. "You'd be sure to upset her."
"The idea!" he returned, indignantly. "As if I should upset Lucy! Why, I'm one of the great whips at Eton. I care for Lucy too much not to drive steadily. She is to be my wife, you know, ma bonne dame."
At this juncture two heads were pushed out from the library, close by; those of the earl and Mr. Carlyle. Barbara, also, attracted by the talking, appeared at the door of her dressing-room.
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