Excerpt from The Pang-Yanger She paused on the threshold of a large apartment, lit softly, like a dim old religious picture, by lamps in sconces upon the walls, and half involuntarily swept a courtesy to the stately little lady who sat eagerly erect among the cushions of an invalid's chair. A faint flush tinged the delicate old face, the eyes were suffused, and the little out stretched hands were tremulous. My darling! My daughter! Cried Felicite Hurst in thrilling tenderness, and Barbara went swiftly across the room, knelt down and put both arms around her. This was the veritable fairy godmother of her imagination, only 'daintier, lovelier; and they held each other close these two - in a passion of tenderness. The sun was filtering through the heavy crimson cur tains, filling the dim room with a rosy glow when Bar bara awoke for the first time in Hurstville. Time to get up? She breathed softly to the dark, familiar figure in the rosy light between her and her strange surroundings. I don' reckon 'tis, lady. I ain' yeah a soun' yet, re plied the mulattress, and crossing to the window she caught back the curtains, letting in a flood of sunlight through crystal etchings of the frost. The sight was novel to them, and the girl sat up in bed with a low cry of delight. How lovely! She said, but Mam' Lilly put a cau tious finger on the coated glass and shuddered. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.