Clare, restless, went out into the dusk when evening drew on, she who had won him having retired to her chamber. The night was as sultry as the day. T...
It was not till the evening, after family prayers, that Angel found opportunity of broaching to his father one or two subjects near his heart. He had ...
An up-hill and down-dale ride of twenty-odd miles through a garish mid-day atmosphere brought him in the afternoon to a detached knoll a mile or two w...
Her refusal, though unexpected, did not permanently daunt Clare. His experience of women was great enough for him to be aware that the negative often ...
`Now, who mid ye think I've heard news o' this morning?' said Dairyman Crick, as he sat down to breakfast next day, with a riddling gaze r...
In the diminishing daylight they went along the level roadway through the meads, which stretched away into gray miles, and were backed in the extreme ...
Tess wrote a most touching and urgent letter to her mother the very next day, and by the end of the week a response to her communication arrived in Jo...
This penitential mood kept her from naming the wedding-day. The beginning of November found its date still in abeyance, though he asked her at the mos...
Angel felt that he would like to spend a day with her before the wedding, somewhere away from the dairy, as a last jaunt in her company while they wer...
They drove by the level road along the valley to a distance of a few miles, and, reaching Wellbridge, turned away from the village to the left, and ov...