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Henry Wood
Mrs. Henry Wood (Ellen Wood) was a popular 19th-century English novelist known for her domestic and sensation fiction. Her most famous novel, "East Lynne" (1861), is a dramatic tale of infidelity, betrayal, and mistaken identity, which captivated Victorian audiences. Over her career, she wrote more than 30 novels, many of which dealt with themes of morality and family. Wood also edited the magazine "The Argosy", where many of her stories were published.
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CHAPTER I. RACHEL FROST. The slanting rays of the afternoon sun, drawing towards the horizon, fell on a fair scene of country life; flickering through the young foliage of the oak and lime trees, touching the budding hedges, resting on the growing grass, all so lovely in their early green, and lighting up with flashes of yellow fire the windows of the fine mansion, that, rising on a gentle eminence,...
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CHAPTER I. THE INKED SURPLICE. The sweet bells of Helstonleigh Cathedral were ringing out in the summer's afternoon. Groups of people lined the streets, in greater number than the ordinary business of the day would have brought forth; some pacing with idle steps, some halting to talk with one another, some looking in silence towards a certain point, as far as the eye could reach; all waiting in...
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BY THE EARLY TRAIN. The ascending sun threw its slanting rays abroad on a glorious August morning, and the little world below began to awaken into life—the life of another day of sanguine pleasure or of fretting care. Not on many fairer scenes did those sunbeams shed their radiance than on one existing in the heart of England; but almost any landscape will look beautiful in the early light of a...
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