Reputed Changeling, A - Three Seventh Years Two Centuries Ago by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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"Yet," said the lady, "I scarcely think anything can be worse than what he undergoes at home. When I hear the terror and misery of his voice, I doubt whether we did him any true kindness by hindering his father from killing him outright by the shaking of his old coach." "Nay, sister, we strove to do our duty, though it may be we have taken on ourselves a further charge." CHAPTER IV: IMP OR NO IMP "But wist I of a woman bold Who thrice my brow durst sign, I might regain my mortal mould, As fair a form as thine." SCOTT. At last came a wakening with intelligence in the eyes. In the summer morning light that streamed through the chinks of the shutters Mrs. Woodford perceived the glance of inquiry, and when she brought some cool drink, a rational though feeble voice asked those first questions, "Who? and where?" "I am Mrs. Woodford, my dear child. You remember me at Winchester. You are at Portchester. You fell down and hurt yourself, but you are getting better." |
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