The Knight of the Golden Melice - A Historical Romance by John Turvill Adams
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"There is some difference, methinks, between the cases--have thy way though. I have confidence in thee, Prudence, and believe thee as witty as pretty. Thy own goodness and love for the soldier Joy shall stand by thee like guardian angels, to save from harm. Yet like I not this tampering with anything that looks like evil." The girl knelt down by the side of her mistress, and taking the young lady's hand, laid it on her heart. "Thou feelest," she said, "how it beats. Dost understand what it says?" "Methinks it repeats only, Philip, Philip, Philip," said Eveline, smiling. "Where one fillip belongs to him, a great many belong to thee," answered the waiting-maid, affectionately. "It will be time enough to let him have more when I am sure all his are mine." The young lady bent down, and, throwing her arms round the maiden's neck, kissed her cheek. "What have I done to deserve such affection?" she murmured. "O, Prudence, thou art a treasure to me; but be cautious, be cautious, my girl. Not for all the blessings which thy loving heart would heap upon me, would I have the least harm befall thee." A few days after, as the summer sun was setting, and his last rays |
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