The Knight of the Golden Melice - A Historical Romance by John Turvill Adams
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"I doubt not that he is the worse of the two, if all were known." "These be dreadful lies about the nicest and properest men in the country," cried Prudence. "And what will be done with them when they come back?" "That I cannot tell; but be sure we shall find some means of getting rid of them. And now, Prudence--" "I do not know that I made any promise," she said, archly; "and you have told me very little, after all." "I have told thee all I know. Keep now equal good faith with me." "It would be very improper," said the girl, turning away her face, "to invite a man to a secret meeting; but I sometimes wander on the edge of the forest to gather wild flowers, and hear the birds sing, and if you should come thither by accident, at the same time, nobody, I suppose, would find fault." "But when--but when, lovely Prudence? Ah! you comprehend not the longing of my soul." "That I cannot say now. I am only a servant girl, and must obey the directions of my mistress, which are often very unreasonable, and order not my time." "Would I were a king, for your sake! But shall it be soon?" |
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