Dating widower who wont kiss me

Title: The Blue Castle (1926) Author: Lucy Maude Montgomery * A Project Gutenberg of Australia e Book * e Book No.: 0200951Language: English Date first posted: November 2002 Date most recently updated: December 2010 This e Book was produced by: Don Lainson [email protected] Gutenberg of Australia e Books are created from printed editions which are in the public domain in Australia, unless a copyright notice is included.We do NOT keep any e Books in compliance with a particular paper edition. Be sure to check the copyright laws for your country before downloading or redistributing this file.She would have gone, with the rest of her clan, to Aunt Wellington's engagement picnic and Dr. But it did rain and you shall hear what happened to her because of it.Valancy wakened early, in the lifeless, hopeless hour just preceding dawn. One does not sleep well, sometimes, when one is twenty-nine on the morrow, and unmarried, in a community and connection where the unmarried are simply those who have failed to get a man.Jewels that queens might have worn; robes of moonlight and fire; couches of roses and gold; long flights of shallow marble steps, with great, white urns, and with slender, mist-clad maidens going up and down them; courts, marble-pillared, where shimmering fountains fell and nightingales sang among the myrtles; halls of mirrors that reflected only handsome knights and lovely women--herself the loveliest of all, for whose glance men died.All that supported her through the boredom of her days was the hope of going on a dream spree at night. One who wooed her with all the romantic ardour of the age of chivalry and won her after long devotion and many deeds of derring-do, and was wedded to her with pomp and circumstance in the great, banner-hung chapel of the Blue Castle.Valancy had lived spiritually in the Blue Castle ever since she could remember.She had been a very tiny child when she found herself possessed of it.

Reality pressed on her too hardly, barking at her heels like a maddening little dog.

She was twenty-nine, lonely, undesired, ill-favoured--the only homely girl in a handsome clan, with no past and no future.

As far as she could look back, life was drab and colourless, with not one single crimson or purple spot anywhere.

Nobody in the Stirling clan, or its ramifications, suspected this, least of all her mother and Cousin Stickles.

They never knew that Valancy had two homes--the ugly red brick box of a home, on Elm Street, and the Blue Castle in Spain.

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