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Title: The Argosy
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Wood, Henry, Mrs., 1814-1887 Wood, Charles W. (Charles William), b. 1850?
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Publisher: London (etc.) R. Bentley (etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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my feet, you know; and, auntie, dear,I am so glad; I know all about it. Mr. Elwell is the man you oughtto have married years ago, and now you have made it up again, andpapa is so pleased, and so are we all. It was the parrots doing, said Aunt Margaret. St. Valentines, you mean—and he managed another match, too,and Nellie lowered her voice to a whisper. Somehow or other Ikept tumbling over my habit as I went upstairs, and Harry wasobliged to help me, and when we reached the landing Well, Nellie? Harry said that he did not think St. Valentines advice should bethrown away, and so he kissed me, and—and—and we are engaged,Aunt Margaret. The double wedding took place early in the spring, in the Stock-leigh Parish Church, and I never heard that any of the parties everrepented taking St. Valentines advice. The parrot was always agreat favourite with both the brides ; she lived to an honoured andrespected old age, and in the family ever after went by the name ofThe Match-Maker. M. L. W.
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THE ARGOSY APRIL, 188i. COURT NETHERLEIGH. BY MRS. HENRY WOOD, AUTHOR OF EAST LYNNE.CHAPTER X. A COSTLY MANIA. PHE residence of Mrs. Lynn at Blackheath was a substantial, old-■*■ fashioned, roomy house on the heath, standing alone within ahigh wall surrounded by trees. And to this house, on the Mondaymorning, went her son, Francis Grubb, carrying with him his burdenof ill news. The same fatal news which the old serving-man, Reuben,had already taken to Moat Grange. In the morning-room sat Mary Lynn, glancing over a short lettershe had just written. She started up in what looked like alarm whenher brother entered. Oh, Francis ! she exclaimed, a hectic colour flushing her face,what have you come to-day for—now ? Is it to bring me ill news ? Why do you imagine that ? he asked, rather struck with herwords—and her looks. Cant a business man come out to pay amorning visit, Mary, without bringing ill news with him ? My wifeand the baby are going on well, if you are thinking of them. H

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