Fanshawe by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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"Forgive me, Miss Langton," he said almost humbly, "if my eagerness to serve you has led me too far. There is evil in this stranger, more than your pure mind can conceive. I know not what has been his errand; but let me entreat you to put confidence in those to whose care your father has intrusted you. Or if I--or--or Edward Walcott--But I have no right to advise you; and your own calm thoughts will guide you best." He said no more; and, as Ellen did not reply, they reached the house, and parted in silence. CHAPTER IV. "The seeds by nature planted Take a deep root in the soil, and though for a time The trenchant share and tearing harrow may Sweep all appearance of them from the surface, Yet with the first warm rains of spring they'll shoot, And with their rankness smother the good grain. Heaven grant, it mayn't be so with him." RICHES. The scene of this tale must now be changed to the little inn, which at that period, as at the present, was situated in the vicinity of Harley College. The site of the modern establishment is the same with that of the ancient; but everything of the latter that had been built by hands has gone to decay and been removed, and only the earth beneath and around it |
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