A Song of a Single Note: A Love StoryBarr, Amelia E.
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A Song of a Single Note: A Love Story
Barr, Amelia E.
Fiction; Love stories
It did not take Neil long to go to the Semple house and obtain a change
of clothing, and after this short delay nothing interfered with the
prosperous course of his journey. The weather was delightful, and his
heart so full of hope that he felt no fatigue. And he had such
confidence in all Madame Jacobus said, or did, that no doubts as to
finding Agnes troubled him. It was, however, too late in the evening of
the day on which he reached Philadelphia, to make a call, and he
contented himself with locating the house to which he had been
directed. He found it in a quiet street, a small brick house, with white
wooden shutters, and a tiny plot of garden in front. No sign of light or
life appeared, and after walking a while in front of it, he returned to
his inn and tried to sleep.
But he was not very successful. His hopes and his fears kept him waking.
He fancied the house he had been directed to looked too silent and dark
to be occupied; he longed for the daylight to come that he might settle
this fear; and then the possibility of its reality made him sick with
anxiety and suspense, holding a measure of hope, seemed better than
certain disappointment. In the morning his rigid, upright business
instinct asserted itself, and he felt that he must first attend to those
affairs which were the ostensible reason of his journey. So it was the
early afternoon before he was at liberty to gratify the hunger of his
heart.
Happily, when he reached the house indicated, there were many signs of
its occupancy; the windows were open, and he saw a young woman sitting
near one of them, knitting. His knock was answered by her. He heard her
move her chair and come leisurely toward the door, which she opened with
the knitting in her hand, and a smile on her face.
"Does Mr. Wakefield live here?" he asked.
"This is his house, but he is not at home now."
"I was told that Miss Bradley of New York was staying here."
"She is here. Does thee want to see her?"
A great weight rolled from Neil's heart. "Yes," he answered, "will you
tell her that Mr. Neil Semple of New York desires to speak with her."
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