Excerpt from Violet Lisle Will you forgive my presumption, Miss Violet? I have nothing to forgive, Mr. Jenkins; the love of so good and true a man as you must be an honor to any girl. The two speakers stood under the spreading branches of a great oak. Near by stood the ruins of Penarth Abbey, its ivy mantled walls gilded by the glowing rays of a warm autumn sun, and the long shadows cast by the famous Penarth oaks falling in fantastic shapes over its uneven contours. It was plain from the sketch-book in the girl's hand that she had been there with an artist's purpose. A glance at the man told that he was a curate a fact betrayed no less by his air than by his garb. 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.