called it "a lesson together"--and without a word walk from the room and the house. I had soon observed that in gloomy weather he went out often, in the sunshine seldom.
The house had a large garden, of a very old-fashioned sort, such a place for the charm of both glory and gloom as I have never seen elsewhere. I have had other eyes opened within me to deeper beauties than I saw in that garden then; my remembrance of it is none the less of an enchanted ground. But my uncle never walked in it. When he walked, it was always out on the moor he went, and what time he would return no one ever knew. His meals were uninteresting to him--no concern to any one but Martha, who never uttered a word of impatience, and seldom a word of anxiety. At whatever hour of the day he went, it was almost always night when he came home, often late night. In the house he much preferred his own room to any other.
This room, not so large as the kitchen-hall, but quite as long, seems to me, when I look back, my earliest s
* There are shadows of secrets from the past.
* A young girl is raised by her Uncle.
* He is a loving intelligent, but a mysterious man.
* The girl falls in love with a young man.
* This man's mother is against the match and becomes the nemeses of son, girl, Uncle and all concerned..
* What will it take to make the shadows take flight?