Peter and Jane; Or, The Missing HeirMacnaughtan, S. (Sarah)
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Peter and Jane; Or, The Missing Heir
Macnaughtan, S. (Sarah)
Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
'Peter,' began Jane shyly. And Peter ceased twisting the silk cord of
the programme round his finger, and they turned and looked at each
other.
'Is it true?' he said at last, with a queer kind of wonder in his voice.
'Let us go into the garden,' he said. His instincts remained
primitive, and just then this room was too narrow for all he felt, and
it seemed to him that the large things of the night and the distant
glory of the stars were the only environment that he could bear.
Passers-by, had they been mean enough to pause and listen outside the
sheltering yew-hedge near which they sat, might have questioned the
poetry of their love-making, and have condemned an avowal of devotion
punctuated by barbarous slang; but the silence that fell between them
was full of tenderness and more easily understood than speech, and
perhaps the moon--an inquisitive person at the best of times--as she
peeped over the grey turrets of the house saw the dawn of a love as
single-hearted and as genuine as many sentiments which have been more
carefully analysed and described.
These were two happy, light-hearted persons, without very much to
recommend them except a certain straightforwardness of vision which
abhorred, as by a natural instinct, circuitous or crooked things, a
transparent honesty, and a simple acceptance of those obligations which
race and good-breeding demand.
At the present moment, out in the garden on the stone seat set in the
embrasure of the high yew-hedge, they were oblivious of everything in
the world except each other and the absorbing discovery of love.
They were the last to hear the cry of 'Fire!' which rang out from the
house, and they were still sitting undisturbed while men ran with hose
and buckets, and a clamour arose in the stable-yard for more water, and
a clatter of horses' hoofs could be heard as a groom galloped off for
the nearest fire-engine. The yew-hedged garden where they sat was
distant a long way from the house, and it was not until a heavy cloud
of smoke rose up against the sky that Peter's attention was attracted,
and he realized that the Norman tower was on fire.
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