Lorna Doone; a Romance of Exmoor by R. D. (Richard Doddridge) Blackmore
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puppies--'
'Oh, dear, they won't let me have a dog. There is not a dog in the valley. They say they are such noisy things--' 'Only put your hand in mine--what little things they are, Lorna! And I will bring you the loveliest dog; I will show you just how long he is.' 'Hush!' A shout came down the valley, and all my heart was trembling, like water after sunset, and Lorna's face was altered from pleasant play to terror. She shrank to me, and looked up at me, with such a power of weakness, that I at once made up my mind to save her or to die with her. A tingle went through all my bones, and I only longed for my carbine. The little girl took courage from me, and put her cheek quite close to mine. 'Come with me down the waterfall. I can carry you easily; and mother will take care of you.' 'No, no,' she cried, as I took her up: 'I will tell you what to do. They are only looking for me. You see that hole, that hole there?' She pointed to a little niche in the rock which verged the meadow, about fifty yards away from us. In the fading of the twilight I could just descry it. 'Yes, I see it; but they will see me crossing the grass to get there.' 'Look! look!' She could hardly speak. 'There is a way out from the top of it; they would kill me if I told it. Oh, here they come, I can see |
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