Light O' the Morning by L. T. Meade
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in the sun. His bright sloe-black eyes were fixed on Nora as she
approached. "Come here, Mike," said the girl. Mike instantly obeyed, and gave a violent tug to one of his front locks by way of salutation. He then stood with his legs slightly apart, watching Nora. "Mike, I want you to go a message for me." "To be sure, miss," answered Mike. "Take this letter to the post-office; put it yourself into the little slit in the wall. I will give you a penny when you have done it." "Yes, miss," answered Mike. "Here is the letter; thrust it into your pocket. Don't let anyone see it; it's a secret." "A saycret, to be sure, miss," answered Mike. "And you shall have your penny if you come up to the Castle tonight. Now good-by; run off at once and you will catch the mail." "Yes, to be sure," said Mike. He winked at Nora, rolled his tongue in his cheek, and disappeared like a flash down the dusty road. The next few days seemed to drag themselves somehow. Nora felt limp, and not in her usual spirits. The Squire was absent a good deal, too. |
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