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MISS LLEWELLYN was standing at the window of her own room, in the
house of Lord Ilfracombe in Grosvenor Square, gazing at the dust-laden
and burnt-up leaves and grass in the gardens before her. It was an
afternoon towards the close of July, and all the fashionable world was
already out of town. Miss Llewellyn had been reared in the country, and
she could not help thinking how that same sun that had burnt up all the
verdure of which London could boast, had glorified the vegetation of far-
off Wales. How it must have enriched the pasture lands, and ripened the
waving corn, and decked the very hedges and ditches with beautiful, fresh
flowers, which were to be had for the gathering. Her thoughts went back
to rural Usk where King Arthur built a bower for Guinevere, and in fancy
she felt the cool air blowing over its fragrant fields and woods. She heaved
a deep sigh as she remembered the place of her birth, and, as if in
reproach for such heresy to her present condition, she drew a letter from
her pocket and opened its pages.
Miss Llewellyn nominally held an inferior position in the house of the
Earl of Ilfracombe. She was his housekeeper.