Garthowen - A Story of a Welsh Homestead by Allen Raine
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silken gown ready for thee, and we will be married, and thou shalt be a
real lady." Morva's only answer was a peal of laughter, which reached over moor and crag and down to the sandy beach below. "Oh, Will, Will!" she gasped, with her hand on her side, "now indeed thy senses are roaming. Morva Lloyd in velvet shoes and silken gowns, and Will Owens with flapping coat tails like Mr. Price, and one of those ugly shining hats that the gentlemen wear! Oh, Will, Will! there's funny indeed!" and she laughed again until she woke the echoes from the cliffs. "Hush-sh-sh!" said Will, a good deal nettled, "or laugh at thyself if thou wilt, but not at me, for I tell thee that's how thou'lt see me very soon." "Well, indeed, then," said the girl, "when thou tak'st that path thou must say 'good-bye' to Morva Lloyd, for such things will never suit her." "I tell thee, girl," said Will, taking both her hands in his, "thou must come with me. I will follow that path--I feel I must, and I feel it will lead to riches and honour, but I feel, too, that I can never live without thee; thou must come with me, Morva. What is in the future for me must be for thee too! dost hear?" "Yes, I hear," said the girl, with a gasp. "Dost remember thy promise, Morva? When we were children together, and |
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