in the village, then?” I said. “It is strange I should not have heard of you, though you have only been here two days.”
“No, no, not in the village. Three miles away at a farm. Do you know the farm? They call it Todd’s Corner.”
I remembered the place perfectly—we had often passed by it in our drives. It was one of the oldest farms in the neighbourhood, situated in a solitary, sheltered spot, inland at the junction of two hills.
“They are relations of Mrs. Clements at Todd’s Corner,” she went
thoughts. A perilous solitude, for it lasted long enough to enervate, not long enough to fortify me. A perilous solitude, for it was followed by afternoons and evenings spent, day after day and week after week alone in the society of two women, one of whom possessed all the accomplishments of grace,