The ForestersWilliam Blackwood, 1825 - 413 páginas |
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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 flowers friends hand happy heard heart Heaven hills Hirst Holylee hope hour humble innocent Isaac Mayne Jacob Mayne Kennedy kirk kissed knew Lady Ladyside Lasswade live looked Lucy Forester Lucy's 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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Página 205 - The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want. He makes me down to lie In pastures green ; he leadeth me The quiet waters by.
Página 71 - Lucy past many long hours in the daylight, and thus knew, without thinking of it, all the topography of that pastoral solitude, and even something of the changeful appearances in the air and sky. The happy child had been invited to pass a whole day, from morning to night, at Ladyside, (a farm-house about two miles off,) with her playmates, the Maynes, and she left home about an hour after sunrise. She was dressed for a holiday, and father and mother, and Aunt Isobel, all three kissed her sparkling...
Página 72 - Isobel, oppressed by the power of that word, now needed the very comfort that she had in vain tried to bestow. Within two hours a hundred people were traversing the hills in all directions, even to a distance which it seemed most unlikely that poor Lucy could have reached. The shepherds and their dogs, all night through, searched every nook — every stony and rocky place — every little shaw — every piece of taller heather — every crevice that could conceal anything alive or dead ; but no Lucy...
Página 74 - 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...
Página 71 - Ladyside (a farmhouse about two miles off) with her playmates the Maynes, and she left home about an hour after sunrise. She was dressed for a holiday ; and father, and mother, and Aunt Isobel, all three kissed her sparkling face before she set off by herself, and stood listening to her singing, till her small voice was lost in the murmur of the rivulet. During her absence, the house was silent, but happy ; and the evening being now far advanced, Lucy was expected home every minute ; and Michael,...
Página 74 - Murdered — murdered," was the one word whispered or ejaculated all around ; but Agnes heard it not ; for, worn out by that long night of hope and despair, she had fallen asleep, and was perhaps seeking her lost Lucy in her dreams. 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...
Página 77 - Aunt Isobel, by this time, had bread and cheese, and a bottle of her own elder-flower wine, on the table. " You have had a long and hard journey, wherever you have been, Mr 'Mayne ; take some refreshment:" and Michael asked a blessing.
Página 74 - 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.
Página 77 - 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 of...
Página 76 - 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.