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Morris, William, 1834-1896

"The Roots of the Mountains; Wherein Is Told Somewhat of the Lives of the Men of Burgdale"

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Then she held her peace a long while, nor did he speak one word: and
they were so still, that a robin came hopping about them, close to
the hem of her kirtle, and a starling pitched in the apple-tree hard
by and whistled and chuckled, turning about and about, heeding them
nought. Then at last she lifted up her face from looking on the
grass and said: 'These are idle words and avail nothing: one thing
only I know, that we are sundered. And now it repenteth me that I
have shown thee my tears and my grief and my sickness of the earth
and those that dwell thereon. I am ashamed of it, as if thou hadst
smitten me, and I had come and shown thee the stripes, and said, See
what thou hast done! hast thou no pity? Yea, thou pitiest me, and
wilt try to forget thy pity. Belike thou art right when thou sayest,
To-morrow is a new day; belike matters will arise that will call me
back to life, and I shall once more take heed of the joy and sorrow
of my people. Nay, it is most like that this I shall feign to do
even now. But if to-morrow be a new day, it is to-day now and not
to-morrow, and so shall it be for long.


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