Alex St. Clair Abrams
Capitolo 8
Wentworth, with his/her father the only relative sopravvivente that she had, exhausted
the summer to Saratoga Springs in the State in New York, and there he/she met
The Mr. Awtry that was then a beautiful and audacious youth. Struck from
his/her beauty and the various completions, him not lost ago any time in that her
knowledge, and first its departure from the Springs, offered him
his/her hand. To his/her absolute amazement, the proposal had refused, with
the affirmation that she has already been engaged again to a gentleman
Orleans. This refusal would have satisfied some other person, but
Horace Awtry was not a man to so easily produce; him, therefore it followed
his/her to Orleans Nuova on his/her return, and it looked for, in every way in
his/her power, to supplant Alfred Wentworth in the affections of Eva
Seymour--Mrs. The name of young girl of Wentworth--and in her trust
father. In lack than in this, and having the mortification to see them
gotten married, he put to work and he/she succeeded in to ruin the Mr. Seymour in
business that it engraves for the moderate circumstances in that us
find her/it Mrs. Wentworth and his/her husband to the principle of this book.
Brought out of his/her failure in business and loss of the fortune, the Mr. Seymour
shortly died after the marriage of his/her daughter, without knowing who caused
his/her adversities, and Horace Awtry returned to the north. After having been
absent for many years, he returned to Orleans Nuova of the months
in front of the departure of the husband of Mrs. Wentworth, but he/she never called
on her up to that after he had gone away, when she was amazed to the visit
narrated in the preceding chapter.
This gentleman was made to sit in the portico of St. Charles Hotel a
few mornings after his/her visit to Mrs. Wentworth, and from his/her movements
of the impatience the arrival of some one was evidently attending. Finally
a young runs down the footsteps that conduct from the apartments and him
colors of rose hurriedly to satisfy him/it.
"You are the many men I am waiting for seeing", says Horace Awtry;