Lancashire Idylls (1898) by Marshall Mather
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page 61 of 236 (25%)
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JINNY CRAWSHAW,
WIFE OF THE ABOVE, WHO DEPARTED THIS LIFE, ----- ----- For some moments Moses stood before the stone; then, taking the hat from his head, he knelt down on the cold grass and, kissing the newly-cut name, he vowed a vow. If, with the power of his Master, whom he had only just begun to serve, he could have raised the sleeper, as Lazarus and the widow's son and the ruler's little child were raised, then the great grief of his heart would have disappeared. But he could not--the past, _his_ past, was irrevocable. But there were the living--Jim Crawshaw, his wife, his babe--these were still within his reach of recompense. And again he vowed his vow, and the still night air carried it far beyond the distant stars to where He sits who knows the thoughts and tries the reins of men. * * * * * 'Thaa'rt lat' to-neet, Moses; where hasto bin?' 'Nowhere where thaa couldn't go wi' me, lass,' and so saying, Moses kissed his wife, an act which he had dexterously and passionately performed several times since his immersion in the Green Fold Lodge on the previous day. 'Whatever's come o'er thee, Moses? Thaa fair maks me shamed. It's thirty year an' more sin' thaa kissed me. Hasto lost thi yed?' |
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