Mrs. Oliphant

Mrs. Oliphant

Summary

Portrait of Mrs. Oliphant Mrs. Oliphant Norah (Oliphant) — Part II (1871)

If Everard Stoke were to spring out upon us, desperate, what should we do? Two wildered women and Patrick, the stable-boy, against a cruel, strong man who would stick at nothing. I kept still and listened, though I was sick with terror, but some unconscious movement I made startled the pony, who took a sudden step forward as if we were starting to go away. Then I heard a short, sharp cry. I echoed it myself in my excitement, and out into the moonlight, overturning the candle, came rushing another figure all white, like a ghost.
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Portrait of Mrs. Oliphant Mrs. Oliphant Norah (Oliphant) — Part II (1871)

Lottie, my dear, think a moment; there is no train, and it is the middle of the night”
“He has not gone by the train,” said Lottie; “I know where he has gone. I am sure I know. It is full moon, and the roads are light as day. I am not afraid to go anywhere, if you will come. Oh! Mrs. Mulgrave, after all we have suffered, for my poor mother’s sake.”
“For my Norah’s sake!” cried Priscilla, joining her two hands.
“I can put in the pony, myself!” Lottie cried, springing to her feet. “After all, we have not lost much time.
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Portrait of Mrs. Oliphant Mrs. Oliphant Norah (Oliphant) — Part II (1871)

One goes in and sits down—and one sighs. It is as natural as smiling is at a different time.
But I had scarcely sat down and taken up a book, the first which came to hand, when I heard some one knock at the door and the footsteps of two people outside. My heart leaped to my mouth, and I sat listening with the intensity which one only feels when something very serious is happening. Could it be Norah, come to take refuge with me? But it was not Norah. A minute after, her sister Priscilla came trembling like a little ghost into the room.
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