and gazed sorrowfully over the beautiful expanse of park, still glittering with morning dew.
“So beautiful, so beautiful, and yet, the poor family, plunged in sorrow, prostrated with grief.”
He looked at me keenly as he spoke, and I was aware that I reddened under his prolonged gaze.
Was the family prostrated by grief? Was the sorrow at Mrs. Inglethorp’s death so great? I realized that there was an emotional lack in the atmosphere.
and gazed sorrowfully over the beautiful expanse of park, still glittering with morning dew.
“So beautiful, so beautiful, and yet, the poor family, plunged in sorrow, prostrated with grief.”
He looked at me keenly as he spoke, and I was aware that I reddened under his prolonged gaze.
Was the family prostrated by grief? Was the sorrow at Mrs. Inglethorp’s death so great? I realized that there was an emotional lack in the atmosphere.
