Stapleton

I could not doubt that this was the Miss Stapleton of whom I had been told.

I could not doubt that this was the Miss Stapleton of whom I had been told, since ladies of any sort must be few upon the moor, and I remembered that I had heard someone describe her as being a beauty.

It seems, however, that there must have been some short cut for those who knew it, for before I had reached the road I was astounded to see Miss Stapleton sitting upon a rock by the side of the track.

I was astounded to see Miss Stapleton sitting upon a rock by the side of the track.

On our way back we stayed for lunch at Merripit House, and it was there that Sir Henry made the acquaintance of Miss Stapleton.

One would imagine that such a match would be very welcome to Stapleton, and yet I have more than once caught a look of the strongest disapprobation in his face when Sir Henry has been paying some attention to his sister.

When the house is renovated and refurnished, all that he will need will be a wife to make it complete. Between ourselves, there are pretty clear signs that this will not be wanting if the lady is willing, for I have seldom seen a man more infatuated with a woman than he is with our beautiful neighbour, Miss Stapleton.

I have seldom seen a man more infatuated with a woman than he is with our beautiful neighbour, Miss Stapleton. I was deeply ashamed to have witnessed so intimate a scene without my friend’s knowledge.

I have seldom seen a man more infatuated with a woman than he is with our beautiful neighbour, Miss Stapleton.

The lady who has passed here as Miss Stapleton is in reality his wife.