Philippa

Philippa

Autumnscarcely late autumn yetand the day had been mild. But as the afternoon wore on towards evening, there came the chilliness and early gloom inevitable at the fall of the yearaccompanied, to those who are sensitive to such things, by the indescribable touch of melancholy never present in the same way at other seasons. Philippa Raynsworth shivered slightly, though half-unconscious that she did so, and turned towards the shelter of the friendly porch just at her side. As she moved, a hand was laid on her shoulder. Philippa had been watching the gradual disappearance of a carriage down the long drive, till a turn in the road suddenly hid it altogether. Others had been watching it too, but she was standing somewhat aloofshe had no special interest in the departing guests; she had never seen them till to-day, and might very probably never see them again. But something nevertheless had impressed herthe kind of day, the approach of the gloaming, the evening scents from the garden, the little shy breeze that murmured and grew silent againthere was a plaintive harmony in it all, and even the prosaic, measured sound of the horses feet, growing fainter and fainter, and the carriage receding from sight while the good-byes still seemed hovering about, all fitted in. She did not seek to define what it reminded her of, or what feelings it awakened in her. It was just a scenea passing impression, or possibly a lasting one. There is never any accounting for the permanence of certain spots in our experiencewhy some entirely trivial incident or sensation should remain indented on our memory for ever; while others which we would fain recall, some which it seems extraordinary that we should ever be able to forget, fade as if they had never beenwho can say? ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 43169
Author: Molesworth, Mrs.
Release Date: Jul 9, 2013
Format: eBook
Language: English

Contributors

Illustrator: Finnemore, Joseph, 1860-1939