THE WORKS OF

WILKIE COLLINS

ARMADALE

The Complete Illustrations

Ozias Midwinter, recovering from brain fever, was a startling object to contemplate...
...many is the night we have slept together, and wimpered together, on the cold hillside.
As he took a step forward to open the door, Midwinter's hand seized him suddenly by the coat-collar and forced him back.
...and a prodigious lapful of flowers rolled out on the gravel walk.
Down came papa with his nice white heir, and mama with her nice lace cap.
His paroxysms of laughter followed each other with such convulsive violence, that Miss Milroy...
Young Pedgift was troubled with no nervous hesitation...
Both governess and pupil were close to the summer-house before they looked that way, and noticed Midwinter standing inside.
"You wretch!" said Mrs. Milroy. With that expression of opinion, she opened the letter.
They rang. A lean and yellow young woman, with a tattered French novel in her hand, opened it.
Midwinter struggled against the facination of looking at her and listening to her.
In a little time, he and the groom came back with Miss Milroy between them, as well protected as could be from the rain.
"What have I done wrong?" I asked innocently.
"Stop, sir!" he called out desperately as the gig came up with him.
...he sat down sulkily, and thought that a girl of spirit might have run away...
...and turned to the first page of the manuscript before him.
"You can see him now," I answered, and pointed to the place.
The doctor started to his feet (with the fly still in his hand), and looked at me -- a little too theatrically -- with an expression of utmost horror.
For the moment they both stood speechless, hand in hand, looking at each other.

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