: Louisa May Alcott
: THE MYSTERIOUS KEY& WHAT IT OPENED
: Musaicum Books
: 9788027200665
: 1
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: Krimis, Thriller, Spionage
: English
: 82
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In Louisa May Alcott's 'The Mysterious Key& What It Opened', readers are taken on a mysterious adventure through the life of a young orphan, Rosamond. The novel follows the classic style of 19th century literature, with a focus on morality and self-discovery. Set in the Victorian era, the book delves into themes of family, forgiveness, and the importance of inner strength. Alcott's vivid descriptions and well-developed characters bring the story to life, making it a captivating read for both young adults and adults alike. The plot twists and turns keep readers engaged until the very end, making it a timeless piece of literature. Louisa May Alcott, best known for her novel 'Little Women', drew upon her own experiences growing up in a poor family to write 'The Mysterious Key& What It Opened'. Her deep understanding of human emotions and societal dynamics shine through in the novel, showcasing her talent as a writer. Alcott's unique perspective and ability to create relatable characters make this book a must-read for fans of classic literature. I highly recommend 'The Mysterious Key& What It Opened' to anyone interested in exploring the complexities of human nature and the power of resilience. Louisa May Alcott's masterful storytelling and insightful themes make this novel a timeless classic that continues to resonate with readers today.

Chapter II
PAUL


"Come, child, the dew is falling, and it is time we went in."

"No, no, Mamma is not rested yet, so I may run down to the spring if I like." And Lillian, as willful as winsome, vanished among the tall ferns where deer couched and rabbits hid.

Hester leisurely followed, looking as unchanged as if a day instead of twelve years had passed since her arms received the little mistress, who now ruled her like a tyrant. She had taken but a few steps when the child came flying back, exclaiming in an excited tone,"Oh, come quick! There's a man there, a dead man. I saw him and I'm frightened!"

"Nonsense, child, it's one of the keepers asleep, or some stroller who has no business here. Take my hand and we'll see who it is."

Somewhat reassured, Lillian led her nurse to one of the old oaks beside the path, and pointed to a figure lying half hidden in the fern. A slender, swarthy boy of sixteen, with curly black hair, dark brows, and thick lashes, a singularly stern mouth, and a general expression of strength and pride, which added character to his boyish face and dignified his poverty. His dress betrayed that, being dusty and threadbare, his shoes much worn, and his possessions contained in the little bundle on which he pillowed his head. He was sleeping like one quite spent with weariness, and never stirred, though Hester bent away the ferns and examined him closely.

"He's not dead, my deary; he's asleep, poor lad, worn out with his day's tramp, I dare say.""I'm glad he's alive, and I wish he'd wake up. He's a pretty boy, isn't he? See what nice hands he's got, and his hair is more curly than mine. Make him open his eyes, Hester," commanded the little lady, whose fear had given place to interest.

"Hush, he's stirring. I wonder how he got in, and what he wants," whispered Hester.

"I'll ask him," and before her nurse could arrest her, Lillian drew a tall fern softly over the sleeper's face, laughing aloud as she did so.

The boy woke at the sound, and without stirring lay looking up at the lovely little face bent over him, as if still in a dream.

"Bella cara," he said, in a musical voice. Then, as the child drew back abashed at the glance of his large, bright eyes, he seemed to wake entirely and, springing to his feet, looked at Hester with a quick, searching glance. Something in his face and air caused the woman to soften her tone a little, as she said gravely,"Did you wish to see any one at the Hall?"

"Yes. Is Lady Trevlyn here?" was the boy's answer, as he stood cap in hand, with the smile fading already from his face.

"She is, but unless your business is very urgent you had better see Parks, the keeper; we don't trouble my lady with trifles."

"I've a note for her from Colonel Daventry; and as it isnot a trifle, I'll deliver it myself, if you please."

Hester hesitated an instant, b