Barr Amelia E.. A Rose of a Hundred Leaves: A Love Story
CHAPTER I. THE WILD ROSE IS THE SWEETEST
CHAPTER II. FORGIVE ME, CHRIST!
CHAPTER III. ONLY BROTHER WILL
CHAPTER IV. FOR MOTHER’S SAKE
CHAPTER V. BUT THEY WERE YOUNG
CHAPTER VI “LOVE SHALL BE LORD OF SANDY-SIDE.”
CHAPTER VII “A ROSE OF A HUNDRED LEAVES.”
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The ultimatum reached by Fenwick in the consideration of any subject was, to please himself. In the case of Aspatria Anneys he was particularly determined to do so. It was in vain Lady Redware entreated him to be rational. How could he be rational? It was the preponderance of the emotional over the rational in his nature which imparted so strong a personality to him. He grasped all circumstances by feeling rather than by reason.
In a few days he was again at Seat-Ambar. Aspatria drew him, as the candle draws the moth which has once burned its wings at it. And among the simple Anneys folk he found a hearty welcome. With Squire William he travelled the hills, and counted the flocks, and speculated on the value of the iron-ore cropping out of the ground. With Brune he went line-fishing, and in the wide barns tried his skill in wrestling or pole-leaping or single-stick. He tolerated the rusticity of the life, for the charming moments he found with Aspatria.
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In June she wrote a pitiful little note to her lover. She said that he ought to tell her, if he was tired of their engagement. She told Will what she had said, and asked him to post the letter. He answered angrily, “Don’t you write a word to him, good or bad!” And he tore the letter into twenty pieces before her eyes.
