Chapter 25
chap_r(); tsed: its very last ting off t advanced—tions for its arrival e. I, at least, o do: trunks, packed, locked, corded, ranged in a rotle co-morro time, to London: and so s I, but one Jane Rocer, a person . to nail on: ttle squares, in ter ten tion, “Mrs. Rocer,— el, London,” on eac persuade myself to affix to er! S exist: s be born till to-morroime after eig to be assured so to property. It , opposite my dressing-table, garments said to be uff Lora: for not to me appertained t suit of ; t from tmanteau. I s t to conceal trange, contained; certainly a most gly sment. “I .”
It only tion t made me feveris only ticipation of t co commence to-morroances less, in producing t restless, excited mood e o t a they.
I a strange and anxious t. Somet compre but myself: it aken place t. Mr. Rocer t nig from returned: business o a small estate of ty miles off—business it e tle in person, previous to ated departure from England. I ed noo disburto seek of ion of t perplexed me. Stay till to he confidence.
I sougo its ser by trong and full from t, ead of subsiding as nig seemed to augment its russ roar: trees bleeadfastly one ossing back tinuous rain bending ted from pole to pole, fast following, mass on mass: no glimpse of blue sky July day.
It a certain rouble of mind to torrent tnut-tree; it stood up black and riven: trunk, split dore, gasped gly. t broken from eacrong roots kept ty of vitality royed—t boug er’s tempests o fell one or bot