Wandering Heath by Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
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By and by the clasp of her hand slackened. A star shot down the sky, and I turned. Her eyelids, too, had drooped, and her breath came and went as softly and regularly as the Atlantic swell around us. And my child slept in her arms. Day was breaking before the first cry awoke her. My father had the breakfast ready, and Old John sang out to hurry. A fair wind went with them to the Islands--a light south-wester. As the boat dropped out of sight, I turned and drew a deep breath of it. It was full of the taste of flowers, and I knew that spring was already at hand, and coming up that way. LETTERS FROM TROY. ADDRESSED TO RASSELAS, PRINCE OF ABBYSSINIA. I.--THE FIRST PARISH MEETING. Troy Town, 5 December, 1894. My Dear Prince,--I feel sure that you, as a sympathetic student of western politics and manners, must be impatient to hear about our first Parish Meeting in Troy; and so I am catching the earliest post to inform you that from a convivial point of view the whole proceedings were in the highest degree successful. And if |
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