I CHARLES STRANGE, have called this my own story, and shall myself tell a portion of it to the reader; not all. May was quickly passing. The drawing-room window of White Littleham Rectory stood open to the sunshine and the summer air: for the years of warm springs and long summers had not then left the land. The incumbent of the parish of White Littleham, in Hampshire, was the Reverend Eustace Strange. On a sofa, near the window, lay his wife, in her white dress and yellow silk shawl. A young and lovely lady, with a sweet countenance; her eyes the colour of blue-bells, her face growing more transparent day by day, her cheeks too often a fatal hectic; altogether looking so delicately fragile that the Rector must surely be blind not to suspect the truth. Shesuspected it. Nay, she no longer suspected; she knew. Perhaps it was that he would not do so.
- ISBN10 110579945X
- ISBN13 9781105799457
- Publish Date 25 May 2012
- Publish Status Active
- Publish Country US
- Imprint Lulu.com
- Format eBook
- Language English