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The Doctor's Wife, by the Author of 'lady Audley's Secret'.
The Doctor's Wife by the Author of 'lady Audley's Secret' Author:Mary Elizabeth Braddon General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1864 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER III. ROLAND SAYS, "AMEN." Isabel had met Mr. Lansdell on Thursday; and by Saturday night all her preparations were made, and the white dress, and a white-muslin mantle to match it, were in the hands of Mrs. Jeffson, who was to get them up in the highest style of clearstarching. The sovereign had done a great deal. Isabel had bought a new ribbon for her straw-hat, and a pair of pale straw-coloured gloves, and all manner of small matters necessary to the female toilette upon gala occasions. And now that everything was done, the time between Saturday night and Tuesday lay all before them, -- a dreary blank, that must be endured somehow or other. I should be ashamed to say how very little of the Hector's sermon Isabel heard on Sunday morning. She was thinking of Mordred Priory all the time shewas in church, and the beautiful things that Mr. Lansdell would say to her, and the replies that she would make. She imagined it all, as it was her habit to do. And on this summer Sunday, this blessed day of quiet and repose, when there was no sound of the sickle in the corn-fields, and only the slow drip, drip, drip of the water-drops from the motionless mill-wheel at Thurston's Crag, Roland Lansdell lounged all day in the library at Mor- dred Priory, reading a little, writing a little, smoking and pondering a great deal. What should he do with himself? That was the grand question which this young man found himself very often called upon to decide. He would stop at Mordred till he was tired of Mordred, and then he would go to Paris ; and when he was weary of that brilliant city, whose best delights familia...« less