Edna Browning; $b or, the Leighton homestead. A novelHolmes, Mary Jane
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Edna Browning; $b or, the Leighton homestead. A novel
Holmes, Mary Jane
American fiction -- 19th century
The bridal day was fixed for the 20th of June, and Edna felt that she
should be glad when it was over. She had no thought, or even wish, that
anything would occur to prevent the affair, which was talked of now from
morning till night in Summerville, and was even agitating the higher
circle in New York; for many of Georgie’s friends were coming out to see
her married, and rooms were engaged for them at the hotel and every
other available house.
And now but three days remained before the 20th. A few of the city
guests, Georgie’s more intimate friends, who were to be bridesmaids, had
already come, and were stopping at Oakwood; and on the afternoon of the
17th, they went with Roy and Georgie to a pleasant point on the river,
where they had a little pic-nic, and dined upon the grass, and made
merry generally, until a roll of thunder overhead, and the sudden
darkening of the sky warned them to hurry home if they would escape the
storm, which came up so fast, and so furiously, that the horses of the
carriage in which Georgie rode, frightened by the constant lightning and
rapid thunder crashes, became unmanageable, and dashed along the highway
at a rate which threatened destruction to the occupants of the carriage.
“We are lost! we shall all be killed!” Georgie shrieked, just as from a
thicket of trees a man darted out, and, seizing the foaming steeds by
the bridle, managed, by being himself dragged along with them, to check
their headlong speed, and finally quiet them.
“Thank you, sir. We owe our lives to you. Please give me your name and
address,” Roy said, but the man merely mumbled something inarticulate in
reply, and slouching his hat over his face so as to shield it from the
rain, walked rapidly away, just as the other carriage driven by Russell
came up.
Roy’s ladies were very much frightened and excited, especially Georgie,
whose face was white as ashes, when Roy turned to speak to her, and who
shook as if she had an ague chill.
“I am so very nervous,” she said, by way of explanation, when, after she
was safe at Oakwood, Maude commented upon her extreme pallor, and her
general terrified appearance.
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