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In doors, things were no more cheerful. Maggie saw that her mother was depressed, and she thought that Edward's extravagance must be the occasion. IN DOORS THINGS WERE NO MORE CHEERFUL MAGGIE SAW THAT HER MOTHER WAS DEPRESSED AND SHE THOUGHT THAT EDWARD'S EXTRAVAGANCE MUST BE THE OCCASION
rt; and in three-and-twenty we do not look for the wisdom and experience of forty or fifty." Frank was indignant at being set aside as an unripe youth. He disapproved so strongly of all these measures, and of so much that was now going on at home under Mr. Henry's influence that he determined to pay his long promised visit to Scotland; and Maggie, sad at heart to see how he was suffering, encouraged him in his determination. CHAPTER VIII. After he was gone, there came a November of the most dreary and characteristic kind. There was incessant rain, and closing-in mists, without a gleam of sunshine to light up the drops of water, and make the wet stems and branches of the trees glisten. Every color seemed dimmed and darkened; and the crisp autumnal glory of leaves fell soddened to the ground. The latest flowers rotted away without ever coming to their bloom; and it looked as if the heavy monotonous sky had drawn closer and closer, and shut in the little moorland cottage as with a shroud.  CHAPTER EIGHT OF THE MORLAND COTTAGE THIS IS A LIBER BOX RECORDING ALL LIVER BOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR MORE INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT LIBERVOX DOT ORG RECORDING BY JEANA BELMONT THE MORLAND COTTAGE BY ELIZABETH CLEGHORN GASCO CHAPTER EIGHT AFTER HE WAS GONE THERE CAME A NOVEMBER OF THE MOST DREARY AND CHARACTERISTIC KIND THERE WAS INCESSANT RAIN AND CLOSING IN MISTS WITHOUT A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE TO LIGHT UP THE DROPS OF WATER AND MAKE THE WET STEMS AND BRANCHES OF THE TREES GLISTEN EVERY COLOR SEEMED DIMMED AND DARKENED AND THE CRISP AUTUMNAL GLORY OF LEAVES FELL SODDEN TO THE GROUND THEIR LATEST FLOWERS ROTTED AWAY WITHOUT EVER COMING TO THEIR BLOOM AND IT LOOKED AS IF THE HEAVY MONOTONOUS SKY HAD DRAWN CLOSER AND CLOSER AND SHUT IN THE LITTLE MOORLAND COTTAGE AS WITH A SHROUD
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