Meredith Nicholson,
The House Of A Thousand Candles…
“ I am not a man to suffer a lost school-girl to cross my lands unattended in a snow-storm; and the piazza of a boat-house is not, I submit, a pleasant loafing-place on a winter day. She marched before me, her hands in her pockets—I liked her particularly that way—with an easy swing and a light and certain step. ”
Meredith Nicholson,
The House Of A Thousand Candles…
“ Have you ever seen snow-crystals gleam, break, dissolve in fair, soft, storm-blown hair? Do you know how a man will pledge his soul that a particular flake will never fade, never cease to rest upon a certain flying strand over a girlish temple? And he loses—his heart and his wager—in a breath! If you fail to understand these things, and are furthermore unfamiliar with the fact that the color in the cheeks of a girl who walks abroad in a driving snow-storm marks the favor of Heaven itself, then I waste time, and you will do well to rap at the door of another inn. ”
Meredith Nicholson,
The House Of A Thousand Candles…
“ It must be simply splendid to live in a house where there’s a mystery,—secret passages and chests of doubloons and all that sort of thing! My! Squire Glenarm, I suppose you spend all your nights exploring secret passages.”This free expression of opinion startled me, though she seemed wholly innocent of impertinence.“Who says there’s any secret about the house?” I demanded.“Oh, Ferguson, the gardener, and all the girls!”“I fear Ferguson is drawing on his imagination.”“Well, all the people in the village think so. I’ve heard the candy-shop woman speak of it often.” ”
