Alice, or the Mysteries, Complete - Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton - Bog

Who art thou, fair one, who usurp'st the place Of Blanch, the lady of the matchless grace?-LAMB. IT was towards the evening of a day in early April that two ladies were seated by the open windows of a cottage in Devonshire. The lawn before them was gay with evergreens, relieved by the first few flowers and fresh turf of the reviving spring; and at a distance, through an opening amongst the trees, the sea, blue and tranquil, bounded the view, and contrasted the more confined and home-like features of the scene. It was a spot remote, sequestered, shut out from the business and pleasures of the world; as such it suited the tastes and character of the owner.