Read "Starvecrow Farm" by Stanley J. Weyman online for free on Textopian. Full text with search, annotations, highlights, and AI-powered reading aids.
It was daylight when she awoke; but it had not been daylight long. Yet some one was knocking; and knocking loudly at the door of her bedroom. She rose on her elbow, and looking at the half-curtained window decided that it was eight o'clock, perhaps a little later. But not so much later that they need raise the house in waking her.
"Thank you," she cried petulantly. "That will do! That will do! I am awake. " And she laid her head on the pillow again, and closing her eyes, sighed deeply. The events of the night were coming back to her-and with them her troubles.