A Daughter of Maryland — page 154: what you’re looking at

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A DAUGHTER OF MARYLAND. 133 would have done with his business if it had not been for him: ‘‘You must be tired, Aurian, after your long journey, and I have no doubt you will be glad to exchange our chat- ter for a little rest.’’ ze ‘Perhaps you would like to visit the mills in the morn- ing, Aurian,’’ said Carroll, as he bade her good-night; ‘‘and if so I shall be only too glad to call for you early in the afternoon. I do not suppose you will feel like going any earlier in the day.’’ | Aurian’s dreams that night bore a sad jumbling of Sylvania and Machine Falls—the quiet, even tenor of the old plantation and the bustle and confusion of a strange town. ee **To think he should be here,’’ she thought. ‘* What would father say if he knew. He seems to be doing so well here,’’ she continued, mixing her pronouns sadly, ‘‘I do not wonder he cares so little for Graymont. I do not believe he will ever come back there to live. I wonder if there is another reason for his staying here? She is quite pretty and agreeable, though fearfully blunt in her way. I wonder—’’ She fell asleep with her mixed train of spec- ulations running at random. The storm cieared away during the night and the _following day was clear and cold, a snowy mantle of several inches in depth covering the earth, giving a cheer- less appearance to her who had so recently left the green and brown meadows of Sylvania. Seen by daylight the home of the Northups proved a most happy location, and in summer must be one of rare beauty and picturesqueness. It commanded a wide view of landscape of New England ruggedness, while encircled by the thriving town of manu- facture. Just back of the homestead, overhung at places with high banks, dashed over its rocky bed the lively stream that afforded the power for the many busy wheels making the life and bustle and prosperity of Machine Falls.