Golden fetters Volume 1

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1867 edition. Excerpt: ... you have had it out, go to your own room, and you need not say anything to Miss Pragmore." Mr. Dalton kissed the little hands clasped above Jessie's head, and left the room nearly as sorrowful as the poor girl weeping on the sofa. Miss Pragmore! Say anything to Miss Pragmore! 0, how Jessie hated that cruel, stronghearted old maid at that moment, believing as she did that poor Percy Clendon and herself owed all their misery to the machinations of Miss Pragmore and Mr. Daw! During the waking hours of the ensuing night Mr. Dalton thought over the interview with Jessie, and upon the whole congratulated himself upon the result. "It was quite right to nip this matter in the bud. Naturally, Jessie will be temporarily disturbed, but it is evident the affair has only just begun. I will take her down to Brighton for a fortnight. I want a holiday myself, and Daw can run up and down by the rail. I owe something to my child, and business must be neglected a little. Clendon shall lodge out of the house, and "So reasoning he fell asleep. Many an old head has so argued of young hearts, and then gone to sleep like Mr. Dalton. The morning after Clendon's arrival at the vicarage was, of course, devoted to a visit to Hartsden. He was gratified at first to see the bloom of health, as he imagined, upon Mildred's cheek; but the rosy flush soon passed away. It was not the glow of health; her heart had betrayed its secret, but he had not eyes to see it. Mildred had, however, much improved in strength since they had met last, and she was pleased to see her old playfellow, and strove to make him welcome. They had talked nearly halfan-hour before either spoke of Jessie, and then Milly asked if her friend were well. "Oh, yes, quite! She is rather vexed with you,...