The Heart of a MysterySpeight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
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The Heart of a Mystery
Speight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
English fiction -- 19th century; Mystery and detective stories
At this time Miss Pengarvon was close on her forty-fifth birthday. She
was very tall, and grim, and gaunt. The normal expression of her
features was harsh and forbidding. She had fine teeth, an aquiline
nose, and unsympathetic blue-grey eyes, with a cold, stony gleam in
them, deeply set under bushy brows--eyes which looked as though they
had never melted with tenderness or softened with tears. The mass of
her dark-brown hair, which began to show signs of the flight of time,
was coiled round the crown of her head and held in its place by a high
comb, while three small puffs or curls, which were generally kept in
paper till mid-day, decorated each side of her forehead. When not
engaged with her needle, she wore black lace mittens, and she always
changed her morning dress of black bombazine for one of black silk
before dinner. The dress she was wearing had been both dyed and
turned, but was still good for two or three years' longer wear.
Of Miss Letitia it is enough to say that she was a copy, in somewhat
less pronounced colors, of her sister as far as one human being can be
a copy of any other; indeed, by comparative strangers, she was not
infrequently mistaken for Miss Pengarvon. She was two years younger
than her sister, whose stronger will dominated hers, and who had still
as complete an ascendency over her as when they had been children
together. It was noticeable that if any of the servants, or any poor
person, wanted a favor granted, or a kindness done them, they went by
preference to Miss Letitia rather than to Miss Barbara.
The Green Parlor, although it was traditionally supposed to be
haunted, was the favorite sitting-room of the Misses Pengarvon, as it
had been of their mother in her time. It was probably owing to the
force of early associations that they clung to it as they did, seeing
that there were many pleasanter rooms in the old house, some of them
looking over the terrace and the garden beyond, or having views across
miles of swelling moorland; whereas the two high, narrow windows of
the Green Parlor looked into nothing more attractive than a small
shaven lawn, shut in by a thick semicircular hedge of evergreens, and
without any embellishment beyond such as might be afforded by a
dilapidated and moss-grown sun-dial.
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