The ForestersWilliam Blackwood, 1825 - 413 pàgines |
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Abel Adam Forester affection Agnes Hay Ambleside Aunt Isobel beautiful blessing blind bosom Bracken Bracken-Braes Braes brother calm CHAPTER character cheek cheerful child comfort countenance creature daughter death delight door Dovenest dream Edward Ellis Ellesmere Emma Cranstoun evil Ewebank eyes face father fear feelings felt Flora Fraser friends hand happy heard heart Heaven hills Hirst Holylee hope hour humble innocent Isaac Mayne Jacob Mayne Kennedy kirk knew Lady Ladyside Lasswade light live looked Lucy Forester Lucy's marriage Martha Mary Morrison Michael and Agnes Michael Forester Miles Colinson mind morning mother nature never night once orphan parish perhaps pity Plane-Tree poor prayer quiet racter Richard Mayne Ruth Sabbath Scotland seemed shadow silence sitting smile solitary soon soul spirit stood sweet tears ther thing thought tion Ullswater Vicarage voice walked whole wife Windermere woods words young
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Pàgina 201 - Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill ; For thou art with me ; and thy rod And staff me comfort still.
Pàgina 66 - With her small white hand on the rail, she glided along the wooden bridge, or, lightly as the ouzel, tripped from stone to stone across the shallow streamlet. The creature would be away for hours, and no fears felt on her account by any one at home — whether she had gone with her basket under her arm to borrow some articles of household use from a neighbour, or merely for her own solitary delight, wandered off to the braes to play among the flowers, coming back laden with wreaths and garlands....
Pàgina 67 - ... wandered off to the braes to play among the flowers, coming back laden with wreaths and garlands. With a bonnet of her own sewing to shade her pretty face from the sun, and across her shoulders a plaid in which she could sit dry during an hour of the heaviest rain beneath the smallest beild, Lucy...
Pàgina 67 - ... rioting at the close of the holiday. Jacob Mayne came to the door — but on their kindly asking why Lucy had not been sent home before daylight was over, he looked painfully surprised, and said that she had not been at Ladyside. % Agnes suddenly sat down, without speaking one word, on the stone seat beside the door, and Michael, supporting her, said,—' Jacob, our child left us this morning at six o'clock, and it is now near ten at night. God is merciful, but, perhaps, Lucy is dead.
Pàgina 70 - O foolish despair ! what speak I of? For wicked as this world is — ay, desperately wicked — there is not, on all the surface of the wide earth, a hand that would murder our child ! Is it not plain as that sun in heaven that Lucy has been stolen by some wretched gypsy beggar...
Pàgina 68 - God is merciful ; and your daughter, let us trust, is not dead. Let us trust that she yet liveth ; and, without delay, let us go to seek the child." Michael trembled from head to foot, and his voice was gone : he lifted up his eyes to heaven, but it seemed not as if he saw either the moon or the stars. " Run over to Raeshorn, some of you," said Jacob, " and tell what has happened. Do you, Isaac, my good boy, cross over to a' the towns on the Inverlethen-side, and — Oh ! Mr.
Pàgina 72 - I hear footsteps coming up the brae," said Agnes, who had for some time appeared to be slumbering ; and, in a few moments, the voice of Jacob Mayne was heard at the outer door. It was no time for ceremony, and he advanced into the room where the family had been during all that trying and endless day. Jacob wore a solemn expression of countenance ; and he seemed, from his looks, to bring them no comfort. Michael stood up between him and his wife, and looked into his heart. Something there seemed to...
Pàgina 73 - You are a' prepared for the blessing that awaits you — your bairn is no far aff — and I mysel' — for it was I mysel' that faund her — will bring her by the han', and restore her to her parents." Agnes had raised herself up in her bed at these words ; but she sunk gently back on her pillow ; aunt Isobel was rooted to her chair ; and Michael, as he rose up, felt as if the ground were sinking under his feet. There was a dead silence all around the house for a short space, and then the sound...
Pàgina 70 - Isobel took the clothes, and, narrowly inspecting them with eye and hand, said, with a fervent voice, that was heard even in Michael's despair — " No ; Lucy is yet among the living. There are no marks of violence on the garments of the innocent — no murderer's hand has been here. These blood-spots have been put there to deceive.
Pàgina 72 - I should ha'e nae fear o' seeing her this blessed nicht.' Jacob Mayne now took a chair, and sat down, with even a smile upon his countenance. ' I may tell you, noo, that Watty Oliver kens it was your bairn, for he saw her limping after the limmer at Galla-Brigg, but ha'eing nae suspicion, he did na tak' a second leuk o' her — but ae leuk is sufficient, and he swears it was bonny Lucy Forrester.