Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume XXII by Various
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were here. I told her it was."
"And what more?" asked the youth, as he started out of his day-dream. "But, stay--what like was she?" "I could scarcely see her," replied the man; "middling tail, rather young, as I thought--with a veil, through which I could see a pair of pretty, bright eyes." "Were they like diamonds?" cried the student, absolutely forgetting that he was speaking to an ordinary mortal about very ordinary things. "Ha, ha! I never saw diamond eyes," answered the jailer; "but I've seen glass ones in a doll's head looking very bright. Why, you 'aven't got mad, like some of the chicken-hearted birds in our cage?" "Yes," cried the youth, "I'm frantic-mad; but stay, have patience. Did she want to see me?" "Yes, she asked if she could; but when I told her she might, she seemed to get afeared to come into a jail, and said she would call again to-morrow night at the same hour." "Can you tell me nothing more of what she was like?--not she who was here this evening?" "Why, no; don't you think I know her kind? Oh, we see many o' them. They stick closest to the unfortunate, but 'tis because they are unfortunate themselves. Common thing, sir. Never feel for others till we have something to feel for ourselves. The visitor is a lady, sir." |
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