A Lover in Homespun - And Other Stories by F. Clifford (Frank Clifford) Smith
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they are, lass," he almost shouted as he laid the parcel hurriedly on
the table. "And now, Mary, quick, go and tell her, and as soon as she finds 'em I'll go and fix the maister." Mary needed no second bidding, but hurried away, while John left by a door that led to his master's study. CHAPTER III. RECONCILED. "But ties around this heart were spun That could not, would not, be undone!" When Mrs. Townsley entered the parlor her face was pale and careworn. As she seated herself some little distance from the table, bearing the precious parcel upon which so many hopes were now founded, she looked up at the clock. "I could not go out to-night; he will be leaving soon"--there was a touch of wistfulness in her voice. She sat for a little time sadly turning round and round the plain gold ring on her left hand. "If he had threatened anything else but to desert me," she went on again presently, "I could go to him; but it's no use in trying, I cannot do it." |
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