The lake
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Ill CATHERINE'S curiosity was a worry. As if he knew why he hadn't come home to his dinner! If she'd just finish putting the plates on the table and leave him. Of course there had been callers. One man, the man ...
MorePurchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Ill CATHERINE'S curiosity was a worry. As if he knew why he hadn't come home to his dinner! If she'd just finish putting the plates on the table and leave him. Of course there had been callers. One man, the man he especially wished to see, had driven ten miles to see him. It was most unfortunate, but it couldn't be helped; he had felt that morning that he couldn't stay indoors- the business of the parish had somehow got upon his nerves, but not because he had been working hard. He had done but little work since she left the parish. Now was that story going to begin again ? If it did, he should go out of his mind; and he looked round the room, thinking how a lonely evening breeds thoughts of discontent. Most of the furniture in the room was Father Peter's. Father Peter had left his curate his furniture, but the pretty mahogany bookcase and the engravings upon the walls were Father Oliver's own taste; he had bought them at an auction, and there were times when these purchases pleased him. But now he was thinking that Father Peter must have known to whom the parish would go at his death, for he could not have meant all his furniture to be taken out of the house- " there would be no room for it in Bridget Clery's cottage;" and Father Oliver sat thinking of the evenings he used to spend withFather Peter. How often during those evenings Father Peter must have said to himself, " One day, Gogarty, you will be sitting in my chair and sleeping in my bed." And Father Oliver pondered on his affection for the dead man. There had been no differences of opinion, only one- the neglected garden at the back of the house; and, smiling sadly, Father Oliver remembered how he used to reprove the parish priest. " I'm afraid I'm too big and too fat and too fond of my pipe and my glass of whisky to ...
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