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Excerpt from Agnes, Vol. 2 of 2 Walter's eyes open wide. She said, No, the new house - the house Mr. Stanfield has built, as she seated herself in the cab; and the man answered, All right, mum, with a glance of evident recognition which disconcerted the whole party. Agnes took her baby in her arms, and leaned over it as they drove down the village street and past the house in which she had spent her youth. It was afternoon by this time, and the sun was be ginning to decline behind the Cedars, throwing his full radiance, as of old, into the wide opening of the arch way, and upon the parlour windows, where the blinds were down; but something which she could not define to herself something which was not pride a pain ful hesitation which made her heart sink and falter re strained Agnes from saying to her eager boy, That is my father's house. Heaven knows it was not the meanness of being ashamed of that homely house. She bent down her head to her little daughter's sleep ing face with a pang which it would be hard to de scribe. She said to herself Sim will understand, with that long, long and doubtful postponement of her hopes of sympathy, which so many mothers know; while Roger, beside her, looked out with somewhat sullen recognition, evidently relieved to see that there was nobody either at the door or window; and Walter, much bewildered, regarded everything about him with a jealous, half-frightened curiosity. In this way they drove down the street, which Agnes had left with all the sweet, absurd expectations of impossible nobleness and blessedness that come natural to a bride. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imper