St. George and St. Michael by George MacDonald
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tell you so would have been to tell the sun that he shines warm at
noon in midsummer? And I did think you had a little--something for me, Dorothy, your old playmate, that you did not give to every other acquaintance. Think of the houses we have built and the caves we have dug together--of our rabbits, and urchins, and pigeons, and peacocks!' 'We are children no longer,' returned Dorothy. 'To behave as if we were would be to keep our eyes shut after we are awake. I like you, Richard, you know; but why this--where is the use of all this--new sort of thing? Come up with me to the house, where master Herbert is now talking to my mother in the large parlour. The good man will be glad to see you.' 'I doubt it, Dorothy. He and my father, as I am given to understand, think so differently in respect of affairs now pending betwixt the parliament and the king, that--' 'It were more becoming, Richard, if the door of your lips opened to the king first, and let the parliament follow.' 'Well said!' returned the youth with a smile. 'But let it be my excuse that I speak as I am wont to hear.' The girl's hand had lain quiet in that of the youth, but now it started from it like a scared bird. She stepped two paces back, and drew herself up. 'And you, Richard?' she said, interrogatively. |
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