Anne Hereford: A Novel

by Mrs. Henry Wood

"What is it, Anne? The ghost? Or Edwin Barley again?"

My senses were in a degree returning to me and I told him what had occurred; turning my head to listen still.

"He will not follow you here. As to the lane, usage has made it public property, and he has a right to walk in it if he chooses."

I turned to the house. He quietly put my arm within his. "Suffer it to be so for an instant, Anne; you are trembling still."

And so we went on thus.

"What was it I heard you say to Mrs. Penn about quitting Chandos?"

"I think the time has come for me to quit it. If the Misses Barlieu can receive me, I shall go to them. I have written to ask."

"That's the letter you have been so far to post! Were you afraid I should intercept it?—as mine was intercepted!"

"Not that. I thought the walk would be pleasant."

"Rather too late a one, nevertheless!"