Mirk Abbey Vol 1 by James Payn Page 1 of 130

CONTENTS
CHAPTER I. IN MY LADY'S CHAMBER.
CHAPTER II. THE WAITS.
CHAPTER III. ONLY "THE HEART."
CHAPTER IV. SIR RICHARD GAINS HIS POINT.
CHAPTER V. MASTER WALTER.
CHAPTER VI. THE RACING-STABLE.
CHAPTER VII. A BROKEN FRIENDSHIP.
CHAPTER VIII. AT THE WATERSMEET.
CHAPTER IX. IN THE LIBRARY.
CHAPTER X. MISS ROSE AYNTON "COPIES OUT."
CHAPTER XI. UP EARLY.
CHAPTER XII. THE TRIAL
CHAPTER XIII. AT SIR ROBERT'S GRAVE.
CHAPTER XIV. ONCE MORE IN MY LADY'S CHAMBER.


CHAPTER I. IN MY LADY'S CHAMBER.

IT is an hour short of midnight, and the depth of winter. The morrow is Christmas Day. Mirk Abbey bears snow everywhere; inches thick upon its huge broad coping-stones; much even on its sloping roof, save on the side where the north wind makes fitful rushes, and, wolf-like, tears and worries the white fleeces.

Mirk woods sway mournfully their naked arms, and grind and moan without; the ivy taps unceasingly against the pane, as though entreating shelter.

The whole earth lies cold and dead beneath its snow-shroud, and yet the snow falls and falls, flake by flake, soft and noiseless in its white malice, like a woman's hate upon her rival.



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