Tales from Many Sources

orning, my child," said

of my poor friend haunted me," she answered. She could not eat, the

bodily discomforts, and fondly caressing he

u, to be married to my own true love. Our wedding-day is fixed, but I dare say h

days at the outside. Why, silly child, you will make a poo

gone away with my dear love, you will look round you and see only my empty place, no ha

, "why do you show me so dismal a

on. I should leave you with so much lighter a heart were Mary here to ta

laughed

ewhat old to replace

e suited to b

n the room. Suddenly he stopped, and catching h

aid. "I may not be too old to wed

nswered Betty. "And you will b

. The banns were asked in church that their marriage might tak

nto weeks, the wedding-day drew n

and once more she rode to hounds. Her colour was high, her lips feverishly scarlet, her e

in his, and it was as if he were about to speak, for he swallowed once or twice and then turned away. And Doctor Glebe would not speak to me at all,

my darling," her father answered

ad of late, and followed his

till the clock strikes twelve, but if he does not come (and of course no one can tell how long business may detain him, can they?), one thing, dear fat

se you, my own child," said

watched her wistfully, her head was raised,

de the casement. Her father and Mary Jones, crouching over the fire

as it rushed over the downs; the candles flickered and burned low, and from t

-bell struck twelv

ill, her head raised,

trange smile. "Do you hear

coming nearer and nearer, passing the door, on and on without pause, the s

" Her voice was a strange harsh whisper, out of w