A LOST LOVE BY ANNE C. OGLE ASIIFORD OWEK "C'est bien à l'amour qu'il en raut Tenir à toute époque, en toutes Paul Dk Moltnbh, Revue del Deux Mondes A NEW EDITION LONDON KEGAN PAUL, TRENCH, & CO., 1 PATERNOSTER SQTJAEE A LOST LOVE, CHAPTER I. It was a dull autumn-day; the leaves of the sycamores had nearly all fallen, and strewed the short drive (avenue it could hardly be called) which led to Grainthorpe Park. The trees were so diminutive, that to an eye not accustomed to the stunted growths on the northern coasts of England, they would immediately have suggested the idea of Chinese trees, whose branches, in the circumference of a flower-pot, imitate those of the gnarled, knotted forest oaks. Park too! The place had nothing of that excepting the name, for "down in our country" they call fields "parks," and a large one which lay in front of the house was nearly all the "pleasaunce" which belonged to the mansion. B |