llowing morning at daybreak; he was quite certain that Armance would write in reply. He hoped thus somewhat to diminish the awkwardness of a first meeting after such a confession. He had made up his mind to this course only because he discerned an element of heroism in Armance s attitude. For a long time past he had never surprised her at any moment in her life when she was not dominated by the happiness or grief arising from the sentiment that united them. Octave had no doubt that she felt a violent passion for himself. Arriving at Andilly he sprang from the saddle ran to the garden and there as he was hiding his letter beneath some leaves in the corner of the orange-tree tub found one from Armance.ON a warm May night in the year eighteen hundred and fifty-one the Reverend Decimus Brock at that time a visitor to the Isle of Man retired to his bedroom at Castletown with a serious personal responsibility in close pursuit of him and with no distinct idea of the means by which he might relieve himself from the pressure of his present circumstances.The clergyman had reached that mature period of human life at which a sensible man learns to decline as often as his temper will let him all useless conflict with the tyranny of his own troubles,cheap toms cordones. Abandoning any further effort to reach a decision in the emergency that now beset him Mr. Brock sat down placidly in his shirt sleeves on the side of his bed and applied his mind to consider next whether the emergency itself was as serious as he had hitherto been inclined to think it. Following this new way out of his perplexities Mr. Brock found himself unexpectedly traveling to the end in view by the least inspiriting of all human journeys a journey through the past years of his own life,low price toms.One by one the events of those years all connected with the same little group of characters and all more or less answerable for the anxiety which was now intruding itself between the clergyman and his night s rest rose in progressive series on Mr. Brock s memory. The first of the series took him back through a period of fourteen years to his own rectory on the Somersetshire shores of the Bristol Channel and closeted him at a private interview with a lady who had paid him a visit in the character of a total stranger to the parson and the place.The lady s complexion was fair the lady s figure was well preserved; she was still a young woman and she looked even younger than her age. There was a shade of melancholy in her expression and an undertone of suffering in her voice enough in each case to indicate that she had known trouble but not enough to obtrude that trouble on the notice of others. She brought with her a fine fair-haired boy of eight years old whom she presented as her son and who was sent out of the way at the beginning of the interview to amuse himself in the rectory garden. Her card had preceded her entrance into the study and had announced her under the name of Mrs. Armadale. Mr,toms'. Brock began to feel interested in her before she had opened her lips; and when the son had been dismissed he Related articles:

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