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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