Kendal, but he broke off at
once.
Albinia had told Winifred that she could bear to have his wife's
memory first with him, and that she knew that she could not
compensate to him for his loss, but the actual sight of his dejection
came on her with a chill, and she had to call up all her energies and
hopes, and, still better, the thought of strength not her own, to
enable her to look cheerfully on the prospect. Sleep revived her
elastic spirits, and with eager curiosity she drew up her blind in
the morning, for the first view of her new home.
But there was a veil--moisture made the panes resemble ground glass,
and when she had rubbed that away, and secured a clear corner, her
range of vision was not much more extensive. She could only see the
grey outline of trees and shrubs, obscured by the heavy mist; and on
the lawn below, a thick cloud that seemed to hang over a dark space
which she suspected to be a large pond.
'There is very little to be gained by looking out here!' Albinia
soliloquized. 'It is not doing the place justice to study it on a
misty, moisty morning. It looks now as if that fever might have come
bodily out of the pond. I'll have no more to say to it till the sun
has licked up the fog, and made it bright! Sunday morning--my last
Sunday without school-teaching I hope! I famish to begin again--and
I will make time for that, and the girls too! I am glad he consents
to my doing whatever I please in that way! I hope Mr.
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