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Chapter NumberXXVII
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Chapter Urlhttp://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article31365931
Full Date1898-07-02
Page Number4
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Word Count387
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Newspaper TitleQueanbeyan Age (NSW : 1867 - 1904)
Trove TitleLove's Conquest
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CHAPTER XXVII. More than a month had slipped away sinee the railway accident which had made so great a stir in the quiet neighborhood of Pinehurst, and Lady Adela Esmonde, whose illness had aroused general interest and sympathy, was reported convalescent. It was the middle of July, and the" glorious June weather, which had seemed to promise an unusually lovely summer had been uec ceeded by incessant rain. Sr. Swithin's was an uncompromisingly wet day, and it was followed by such persistent web weather that summer pleasures were. out of the question,. nawl all the gaities of the place were put out of joint. Mrs Hilton, who had a young friend stay ing with her, was seriously discomposed by the untowardness of the weather. which threw out of gear all the plans which she had laid for the entertainmont of her guest. 'It is perfectly hopeless,' she exclaimed, looking out of the window where a depress. ing view of damp grass and rain beaten flowers met her sight. ' It has loft off r.sin ing, but ;t is frightfully wet underfoot. Just look at the grasP. That won't prevent the match from being played, I darcsay ; but 'here won't be a soul there ; and it isn't merely to see a troop) of schoolboys and scrubby little ponies scampering about that one Iuts on ont's smart clothes to go to a polo match.' The truth of this observation being undeni able, it rec-ived a dismal assent from a young lady who felt keenly that she and her unaired new gowns were the victims of an unkind fate; ?,ut a sudden thought struck her hoe. tess, and her countenance brightened. ' I'll tell you what we'll do, dear. It's not actually raining, and it won't be bid driving I'll order the carriage round, and we will go and pay some calls. People are sure to be in on an afternoon like this, and. they get so hopelessly moped with ataying in doors that it will bea pe'feet godsend to them to are a fresh face. We might go to Moreton, for I am longing to see Lady Adele Esmonde;;and you know her, so it is only natural that we should call.' It is the very thing. I wonder I never thought of it before.' [TO BsE ONTINUEDI