. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . quaintances Avhom Eva had met at the Ticars, they deeply regrettedparting from her, and embraced her again and again, extorting a promisethat she would soon permit them to withdraw her from her solitudeonce more. ** Paler every time she comes home, sighed Handy; and a weightsabout my heart, as if I was going to lose her altogether. Im here, miss,darling, he said, gently putting his head into the window. Your poor A FAIRY TALE OF LOVE. 165 Randy; Keeldar, the baste, came to me the minute he got home, and seemsperplexed that the fawns a
. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . quaintances Avhom Eva had met at the Ticars, they deeply regrettedparting from her, and embraced her again and again, extorting a promisethat she would soon permit them to withdraw her from her solitudeonce more. ** Paler every time she comes home, sighed Handy; and a weightsabout my heart, as if I was going to lose her altogether. Im here, miss,darling, he said, gently putting his head into the window. Your poor A FAIRY TALE OF LOVE. 165 Randy; Keeldar, the baste, came to me the minute he got home, and seemsperplexed that the fawns a doe: he sniffs at, and knows her, but hedoes not understand it. Wont you come to the flowers, miss? I neversaw so rtaany roses. Oh, murder, if it isnt crying she is, and not heedingme ; crying, with her head resting on the misthresss Bible. Oh, then,no wonder my heads grey and my hearts greyer;* and Randys tearswere renewed from very sympathy. But when Eva came forth aftera time, taking interest in everything that interested hira, and smiling andtalkingâ
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