The Half-caste: An Old Governess's Tale |
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Page 108 - William acted nobly, and so acting, ceased to be unhappy,' said Lettice in a confused voice. ' Unhappy ! ' repeated the captive vacantly. ' Ah, yes ; I had forgotten : we had much sorrow in our youth — he, and you, and I ' ' Hush, Patrick ! we will not speak of that. I wrote to William, and told him all : he freed me from my promises. Time brought him comfort ; he remained abroad, married, and last year — grieve not, Patrick, for, living, he had great happiness — last year he died.
Page 207 - Cast thy bread upon the waters: for thou shalt find it after many days. In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thine hand; for thou knowest not whether shall prosper, either this or that, or whether they both shall be alike good...
Page 226 - He lived and moved among beautiful forms ; they influenced his character and refined his mind, yet did not make him unfit for association with the world. Riches and honour came with his fame, until he stood high in the regard of his...
Page 108 - Lettice Calderwood ; in nothing changed but years." She murmured this with her eyes cast down, as if she had need to be ashamed that she had felt a woman's one, pure love ; that for it she had given up all sweetnesses of wifehood and motherhood, and stood there in her faded bloom, speaking no word, but letting her whole life's story speak for her ; " See how faithful I have been to thee!
Page 116 - Mistress Ruthven, I am the Earl of Hertford." She had heard it in the Tower. It had been long chronicled there as a portion of that mournful story of the Lady Catherine Grey, sister to Queen Jane, who, marrying Hertford without Elizabeth's consent, had been imprisoned until her young life's close. He was an old man now, but something in Lettice's story had touched him with the days of his youth. He came to say that he would plead her cause with the king, and that he thought she had good reason to...
Page 233 - Nevertheless, his mien was firm and composed ; no one could look at him, and for a moment doubt his innocence. Andrea's little daughter stood by his side; one might have likened her to a flower growing close beside a tomb. Gertrude had become accustomed to the change in her father's looks, and the shocked and anxious gaze of all around struck her with alarm. She crept closer to him, never taking her eyes from his face. The trial proceeded. All was against Andrea : even the words he had uttered before...
Page 140 - ... sudden and fearful death, had come upon the strong man in the flower of his vigour and hope. The blacksmith had been engaged on his usual labours, when the horse that he was shoeing gave him a violent kick on the forehead : he sank on the ground, and rose up no more a living man. III. LIGHT IN DARKNESS. It was a mournful Christmas in the home of the widow and the fatherless. Until the day of the funeral, Gretchen, passive in her affliction, sat by the body of her husband, holding in her arms...
Page 97 - ... inches of snow, a woman might have been seen taking her way over the portcullis into the Tower. She seemed to belong to the middle class, her hood and kirtle were of humble fashion, black and close. She was a small, insignificant-looking woman too, and seemed to be admitted into the awful state-prison, or rather to creep in there, attracting from the warders no more notice than a bird flying in at a captive's window, or a little bright-eyed mouse peering at him in the dark. Her errand, she said,...
Page 225 - Andrea followed was wood-carving, in which, by his wonderful skill, he surpassed all his contemporaries. In our day, it is impossible, from the few relics that remain, to know the perfection to which our ancestors of the middle ages carried this...
Page 74 - Alexander encouraged her erring love or not, if through her means I creep back into my father's honoured seat ? Oh shame that I can only creep; that I must enter Scotland like a thief, and steal in at the court holding on to a woman's robe, when I would fain come with fire and sword, to crush among the ashes of his own palace the murderer of my race!