Adela Cathcart, Volume 3 by George MacDonald
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window, he could see the shore beneath him; for he was on its extreme
verge, and the spray now and then dashed through the loop-hole into the chamber. He was still gazing and absorbed, when a sweet timid voice, that yet partook undefinably of the wildness of a sea-breeze, startled him out of his contemplation. "'Did my mother send you to me?' said the voice. "He looked down. Close beside him stood the child, gazing earnestly up into his face through the twilight from the window. "'Where does your mother live?' asked Herbert. "'All out there,' the child answered, pointing to the window. "While he was thinking what she could mean, she continued: "'Mother is angry to-night; but when the sun comes out, and those nasty clouds are driven away, she will laugh again. Mother does not like black clouds and fogs; they spoil her house.' "Still perplexed as to the child's meaning, Herbert asked, "'Does your mother love you?' "'Yes, except when she is angry. She does not love me to-night; but to-morrow, perhaps, she will be all over laughs to me; and that makes me run to her; and she will smile to me all day, till night comes and she goes to sleep, and leaves me alone; for I hear her sleeping, but I cannot go to sleep with her.'" |
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