Augusta Campbell Watson

The Old Harbor Town Augusta Campbell Watson

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. 1892 edition. Excerpt: ... stirred the quiet of her features. She answered him civilly, when he spoke, wondering all the time the mean-ing of this second visit so soon after the first. Sir Percy conversed well and interestedly on many topics. Considering his youth, he had traveled much and Love was a good listener; she became absorbed in his conversation. He told her of his home, his mother, his many friends in England. " The old manor must be very beautiful," said Love, during a pause, after a glowing account he had given of the rose gardens and wooded park of his stately birthplace. " It is a charming spot. I wish that you could see its many beauties." " I, oh, I shall never see it. I shall never cross the ocean." " Perhaps some day you may, you cannot tell. You will not always stay on this secluded farm. You would like to see strange new countries, would you not?" He was intently watching her as he spoke, a serious light on his dark face. "Yes, I would like much to travel, but, I fear, I will never be so fortunate. I have Gran to care for and--" She flushed slightly--" it takes a great deal of money, and we are very poor." He looked down and tapped his spurred boot impatiently on the floor. " Gad! poverty goes for naught when it is outweighed by charms such as yours." He stopped abruptly. He saw the startled look steal into her eyes, and acknowledged to himself he had made a mistake; she was unused to flattery. Life was far too earnest and serious for her to understand what appeared to her insincerity. "Forgive me; you are not used to compliments. 1 will not transgress again." "No one ever tells me that I am beautiful, and if I were, it is as nothing. Why should I set account upon so fleeting a thing? I have much else to think of." " But you admire God's...