He galloped on: his hat flew off; he came under the coiners' house, and yelled a warning. A window was opened, and a man looked out; the light was behind him, and, even in that terrible moment, he recognized--Shifty Dick.
"The flood! the flood! Fly! Get on high ground, for your lives!"
He galloped furiously, and made for Little's house.
Little took a book, and tried to while away the time till Ransome's return; but he could not command his attention. The conversation about Grace had excited a topic which excluded every other.
He opened his window, a French casement, and looked out upon the night.
Then he observed that Grace, too, was keeping vigil; for a faint light shot from her window and sparkled on the branches of the plane-tree in her little front garden.
"And that," thought Henry, sadly, "is all I can see of her. Close to her, yet far off--further than ever now."
A deep sadness fell on him, sadness and doubt. Suppose he were to lay a trap for her to-morrow, and catch her at her own door! What good would it do? He put himself in her place. That process showed him at once she would come no more. He should destroy her little bit of patient, quiet happiness, the one daily sunbeam of her desolate life.
one of our party was unable anywhere to purchase either
stone was not a holy cross. Cross—no; 'twere not a cross!
Tudor building in South Street, on the opposite side of
In the church are wall tablets to the Minterne family:
event in this quiet retired corner of the world; and nearly
tells us left directions, after having quarrelled with