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Chapters (36)
  1. Title Page
  2. Epigraph
  3. VOLUME I
  4. CHAPTER ONE
  5. CHAPTER TWO
  6. CHAPTER THREE
  7. CHAPTER FOUR
  8. CHAPTER FIVE
  9. CHAPTER SIX
  10. CHAPTER SEVEN
  11. CHAPTER EIGHT
  12. CHAPTER NINE
  13. CHAPTER TEN
  14. VOLUME II
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. VOLUME III
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  33. AFTERWORD
  34. PRAISE FOR Grange House
  35. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  36. Copyright Page

“And as he caught up his pony’s reins and mounted, the phrase Nell Grange had recited swum up again onto the surface of his mind: ‘In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you.’ Though she had hideously twisted its meaning, he was struck by the coincidence of hearing his own pet phrase upon the lips of the young woman. For though it was unorthodox, this was the phrase the doctor himself had most often used to imagine the unimaginable, especially considering the female sex, plucking this doctrine from its proper place and making of it a gentle reminder of the female body—a a promise, as it were, from God. Housed within a woman, the doctor thought, were rooms of undisclosed shapes and sizes, and a woman may live a life and never open but two or three, and live within them quite happily. But there were those who twisted and turned within the windy stairwells of their selves, opening doors to rooms and peering in upon possible worlds unmatched in the exterior.

“But who was the woman who would abandon her dying child? Worse still, who was the mother who would exhort such a breach? That was a room he had not seen before; nor had he supposed it existed within. Yet he could not believe Cassie Grange could possibly have told the truth. It did not stand to reason, he thought, for she had been tireless in her youth at the bedsides of young mothers; hers had been the quickest catching hands, hers the gentlest touch upon the babe newly dropped to our world. How could such a one have left behind her own to die? He dismounted in his stable yard.

“Yet her strange preoccupation bespoke an unquiet conscience. And he thought again of Cassie appearing over and over, often unbidden, to help a laboring mother. As if she wished to be the first to welcome each new soul, he thought uneasily. As if she stood at the gate hoping to see her lost little one come through once more. His hand paused upon his own home gate at such thoughts, and—it must be said—he turned round and stared into the gloom behind him down the road upon which he had just come from Grange House.