Westover of Wanalah: A story of love and life in Old Virginia — John Shaqi
Westover of Wanalah: A story of love and life in Old VirginiaEggleston, George Cary
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Westover of Wanalah: A story of love and life in Old Virginia
Eggleston, George Cary
Virginia -- Fiction
These two, brought up on adjoining plantations, had known each other
from their earliest childhood, but in later years they had seen little
of each other. Boyd had been away, first at boarding-school and
afterwards at the University, while the motherless girl had been slowly
and awkwardly growing to womanhood, under care of her aunt and the
tutelage of an accomplished governess. It was only during vacations
that the two had met, and during the last two summers they had not met
at all, for the reason that Margaret, with her father, had been
travelling in the North and Canada and in what was then the great West
during both those seasons.
It was with surprise, therefore, not unmixed with the awe of
strangeness, that on his return from the University this year he had
found his little playmate grown into a beautiful and very dignified
womanhood. She presided now at The Oaks, her father's plantation, with
all the gracious ease that enabled Virginia women of that time to make
of plantation houses delightful centres of unruffled hospitality, where
the coming and going of guests was in no way a matter of previous
arrangement and where neither the coming nor the going created the
smallest ripple in the placid self-composure of the well-ordered life
of the mansion.
So great was the change in her, or so great did it seem to Boyd, that
at first he hesitated and faltered over the old familiar form of
address. It did not seem possible to him to call this dignified and
almost stately young woman "Margaret" as he had always called the
little girl that she had been. He could not address her as "Miss
Conway" but he thought he might compromise on the form "Miss Margaret."
The first time he addressed her in that fashion was the only time. She
looked at him in dignified surprise for a moment; then with a rippling
little laugh that seemed to him singularly charming, she said:
"If we have become such strangers, Boyd, that you must put a handle to
my name, I'll give you all your honors and address you as 'Boyd
Westover, Esq., M. A., University of Virginia.' You are to call me just
'Margaret,' please, as you've always done, if you wish to be just
'Boyd' to me."
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