Love at the Loom — page 228: what you’re looking at

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3s ae CHAPTER XXIX. > ae A FIENDISH PLOTTER. 6 ty Red Oak in summer, when the sun shone brightly, and the trees were covered with green and filled with _ twittering birds, was a charming place. But in the ’ _ dead of winter, when the trees were bare, and the Be e wind soughed through the limbs, it was bleak and for- bidding. | : ‘< _ There are country places, charming alike winter andl _- summer, but Red Oak was not one of these; and E Goldie shuddered when she looked up at the dull, a _gray-stone mansion. | And she could not tell why her heart sunk as she a entered the dark doorway, or why it so jarred on her Pe _ troubled heart to hear Mildred bid her enter her home. : “This comes to me from my mother,” Mildred. 4 eee “which is why it was not given to you, i a suppose.” : Es Goldie looked up into the dark eyes and said sadly: ae bs “T do not wish the house in the city which was given 3 _me by your father. Take it, Mildred; I shall be glad. to give it to you. Ah, if I could only take this load “off my unhappy heart as easily!" _ che te ™ Mildred’s eyes flashed Merced. 2 Fe te a comicbooks:com