The Tale of Triona
READING AGE 16+
OLIVIA GALE leaned back in her chair at the end of the dining-room table, and looked first at the elderly gentleman on her right, and then at the elderly gentleman on her left.“You’re both of you as kind as can be, and I’m more than grateful for all you’ve done; but I do wish you’d see that it’s no use arguing. It only hurts and makes us tired. Do help yourself, Mr. Trivett. And—another cup of tea, Mr. Fenmarch?”Mr. Fenmarch, on her left, passed his cup with a sigh. He was a dusty, greyish man, his face covered with an indeterminate growth of thin short hair. His eyes were of a dull, unspeculative blue.“As your solicitor, my dear Olivia,” said he, “I can only obey instructions. As the friend of your family, I venture to give you advice.”
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CHAPTER XXVII
M
RS. PETTILAND met her at the foot of the stairs. She beamed rosily beneath the gas jet.
“Myra is so much better, Madam, after her sleep. The doctor came while you were out. I’m to make her some chicken broth.”
Olivia mounted the stairs and entered the sick-room.
“Well dearie?”
She turned to the gau……
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