Lorna Doone; a Romance of Exmoor by R. D. (Richard Doddridge) Blackmore
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things to go, and made a fuss about it; to let her know I was going.
But she did not call me back at all, as I had made sure she would do; moreover, I knew that to try the descent was almost certain death to me, and it looked as dark as pitch; and so at the mouth I turned round again, and came back to her, and said, 'Lorna.' 'Oh, I thought you were gone,' she answered; 'why did you ever come here? Do you know what they would do to us, if they found you here with me?' 'Beat us, I dare say, very hard; or me, at least. They could never beat you.' 'No. They would kill us both outright, and bury us here by the water; and the water often tells me that I must come to that.' 'But what should they kill me for?' 'Because you have found the way up here, and they never could believe it. Now, please to go; oh, please to go. They will kill us both in a moment. Yes, I like you very much'--for I was teasing her to say it--'very much indeed, and I will call you John Ridd, if you like; only please to go, John. And when your feet are well, you know, you can come and tell me how they are.' 'But I tell you, Lorna, I like you very much indeed--nearly as much as Annie, and a great deal more than Lizzie. And I never saw any one like you, and I must come back again to-morrow, and so must you, to see me; and I will bring you such lots of things--there are apples still, and a thrush I caught with only one leg broken, and our dog has just had |
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