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CHAPTERII
THEVALEOFCARWELL.
Inaboutanhourandahalfthischaisereachedthe
PiedHorse,onElverstoneMoor.Havingchanged
horsesatthisinn,theyresumedtheirjourney,and
MissAliceMaybell,whohadbeensadandabstracted,
nowloweredthewindowbesideher,andlookedout
uponthebroad,shaggyheath,risinginlowhillocks,
andbreakinghereandthereintopools–awild,and
onthewholeamonotonousandratherdismalexpanse.
“Howfreshandpleasanttheairishere,andhow
beautifulthepurpleoftheheath!”exclaimedtheyoung
ladywithanimation.
“Therenow–that’sright–beautifulitis,mydarling;
that’showIliketoseemychild–pleasant-likeand
‘appy,andnotmopin’anddull,likeasickbird.Bethat
wayalways;
do
,dear.”
“You’reakindoldthing,”saidtheyounglady,
placingherslenderhandfondlyonheroldnurse’s
arm,“goodoldDulcibella:you’realwaystocomewith
mewhereverIgo.”
“That’sjustwhatDulcibella’dlike,”answeredtheold
woman,whowasfat,andlikedhercomforts,andloved
MissAlicemorethanmanymotherslovetheirown
children,andhadansweredthesamereminders,inthe
sameterms,agoodmanythousandtimesinherlife.
Againtheyoungladywaslookingoutofthewindow–
notlikeoneenjoyingalandscapeasitcomes,butwith
somethingofanxietyinhercountenance,withher
headthroughtheopenwindow,andgazingforward
asifinsearchofsomeexpectedobject.
“Doyouremembersomeoldtreesstandingtogether
attheendofthismoor,andaruinedwindmill,
onahillock?”sheaskedsuddenly.
“Well,”answeredDulcibella,whowasnot
