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The poetical works of George MacDonald in two volumes — Volume 1 by George MacDonald
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_Nurse_.
Here he is little known. His title comes
From an estate, they say, beyond the hills.
He looks ungracious: I have seen the children
Run to the doors when he came up the street.

_Julian_.
Thank you, nurse; you may go. Stay--one thing more:
Have any of my people seen me?

_Nurse_. None
But me, my lord.

_Julian_.
And can you keep it secret?--
know you will for my sake. I will trust you.
Bring me some supper; I am tired and faint. [Nurse goes.]
Poor and alone! Such a man has not laid
His plans for nothing further! I will watch him.
Heaven may have brought me hither for her sake.
Poor child! I would protect thee as thy father,
Who cannot help thee. Thou wast not to blame;
My love had no claim on like love from thee.--How
the old tide comes rushing to my heart!

I know not what I can do yet but watch.
I have no hold on him. I cannot go,
Say, _I suspect_; and, _Is it so or not_?
I should but injure them by doing so.
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