Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
It will readily be believed that the surprise of Henderson and his wife
at this circumstance increased with the lapse of time. It certainly did.
But however much they might be surprised, they had little reason to
complain, so far, at any rate, as their interest was concerned, for
their fair lodger paid them handsomely for the trouble she put them to.
She dealt out the contents of her ample and well-stocked purse with
unsparing liberality, besides presenting her hostess with several
valuable jewels.
On this score, therefore, they had nothing to complain of; and neither
needed to care, nor did care, how long it continued.
During all this time the unknown beauty continued to maintain the most
profound silence regarding her history,--whence she had come, whither
she was going, or in what relation the person stood to her who had
brought her to Woodlands, and who now seemed to have deserted her.
All that the most ingeniously-put queries on the subject could elicit
was, that she was an entire stranger in that part of the country; and an
assurance that the person who brought her would return for her one day,
although there were reasons why it might be some little time distant.
What these reasons were, however, she never would give the most remote
idea; and with this measure of information were her host and hostess
compelled to remain satisfied.
The habits of the fair stranger, in the meantime, were extremely
retired. She would never go abroad until towards the dusk of the
evening; and when she did, she always took the most sequestered routes;
her favourite, indeed only resort on these occasions, being a certain
little retired grove of elms, at the distance of about a quarter of a
mile from Woodlands.
The extreme caution the young lady observed in all her movements when
she went abroad, a good deal surprised both Henderson and his wife; but,
from a feeling of delicacy towards their fair lodger, who had won their
esteem by her affable and amiable manners, they avoided all remark on
the subject, and would neither themselves interfere in any way with her
proceedings, nor allow any other member of their family to do so.
Thus was she permitted to go out and return whensoever she pleased,
without inquiry or remark.
Although, however, neither Henderson nor his wife would allow of any one
watching the motions of their fair but mysterious lodger when she went
abroad, there is nothing to hinder us from doing this. We shall
therefore follow her to the little elm grove by the wayside, on a
certain evening two or three days after her arrival in Woodlands.
Doing this, we shall find the mysterious stranger seated beside a clear
sparkling fountain, situated a little way within the grove, that, first
forming itself into a little pellucid lake in the midst of the
greensward, afterwards glided away down a mossy channel bedecked with
primroses.
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