Wilfrid Cumbermede by George MacDonald
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outs of it. But I can't now--I can't now.'
She moaned and rocked herself to and fro. 'Never mind, grannie,' I said cheerfully, for I was happy enough for all eternity with my gold watch; 'I will come and see you again as soon as ever I can.' And I kissed her on the white cheek. 'Thank you, my dear. I think you had better go now. They may miss you, and then I should never see you again--to talk to, I mean.' 'Why won't they let me come, and see you, grannie?' I asked. 'That's what I wanted to tell you, if I could only see a little better,' she answered, once more putting her hand to her forehead. 'Perhaps I shall be able to tell you next time. Go now, my dear.' I left the room, nothing loth, for I longed to be alone with my treasure. I could not get enough of it in grannie's presence even. Noiseless as a bat I crept down the stair. When I reached the door at the foot I stood and listened. The kitchen was quite silent. I stepped out. There was no one there. I scudded across and up the other stair to my own room, carefully shutting the door behind me. Then I sat down on the floor on the other side of the bed, so that it was between me and the door, and I could run into the closet with my treasure before any one entering should see me. The watch was a very thick round one. The back of it was crowded with raised figures in the kind of work called _repoussee_. I pored over these for a long time, and then turned to the face. It was set all |
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