This spectacle gave him concern.
His face took on a troubled frown.
"Come now, do not weep, my dear girl,--anything but that."
"What, then, is it you would say?" she demanded. "It makes little
difference to me where you are taking me."
He threw open the coach door and extended a hand to aid her in
alighting. "Suppose we walk up from here," he said. "I know you
are tired by the ride. Besides," he added, with pride, "I want to
show you Tallwoods."
Scarce touching his hand, she stepped down. Dunwody motioned to
the driver to advance, and in spite of the protests of the maid
Jeanne, thus left alone within, the coach rolled on up the driveway
ahead of them.
It was in fact a beautiful prospect which lay before the travelers
thus arrived. The sun was low in the west, approaching the rim of
the hills, and its level rays lighted the autumn foliage, crossed
the great trees, brightened the tall white pillars. It even
illuminated the grounds beyond, so that quite through the body of
the house itself its golden light could be seen on the farther
slopes, framing the quaint and singular picture thus set apart.
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