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Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886 [1874], Justin Harley: a romance of old Virginia. (To-Day Printing and Publishing Company, Philadelphia) [word count] [eaf513T]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
A month had passed thus in this sweet interchange of affectionate The flowers were not fine ones, with long, scientific names. An The Lady of the Snow had just shaken some of the minute ebon Through an opening in the tree she saw and recognized Harley, “Justin Harley!” murmured the Lady of the Snow, in a low, startled She took Fanny's arm, and hastened with her toward the house, “Then you know Mr. Harley?” Fanny said, speaking from the “Yes! yes!” “Is he your friend? I hope so. He is ours.” “He is—he is my—but come, come, my child. Do not ask me She hurried in through the little door in rear of the house, exclaiming,
Fanny then tapped at the door of the inner room, and said, in a “He is gone!” And thereupon the door of the room was opened. The lady, “This—agitation—must appear very strange to you, my child,” Her head sank, and some tears rolled down her cheeks. Fanny's “Don't cry!” she said; “you make me cry, too. I do not want The thin arm of the poor lady clasped the child, and she murmured “I have something to live for still!” Thereupon a few more tears came, and calmness succeeded. “He is coming back!” exclaimed the lady, rising quickly. “He said he would come—to see father.” “But your father is away!” “Yes. I will tell him.” “He must not see me! Oh! I cannot say that too often!— “He shall not!” The lady hurried into the little room again, followed by Fanny, “I will stay here with you!” said Fanny; you are trembling “Yes! yes! Stay with me. I feel faint.” She ran and locked the inner door as she spoke. “He will not find your father, and will think you are away or The hoof-strokes were at the door, and a man was heard dismounting.
“He is coming!” exclaimed the lady. “Oh! pretend you are “I will stay with you—do not be afraid!” exclaimed the warm-hearted At the same instant a voice was heard, coming, apparently, from “Jest in time, squire! I'm glad I got back in time to see you.
Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886 [1874], Justin Harley: a romance of old Virginia. (To-Day Printing and Publishing Company, Philadelphia) [word count] [eaf513T]. |