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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"

But
tell me: thou sayest I shall not die; dost thou say this only
because I am become dear to thee, or dost thou speak it out of thy
foresight of things to come?'
She stopped and looked silently a while over the meadows towards the
houses of the Thorp: they were standing now on the border of a
shallow brook that ran down toward the Weltering Water; it had a
little strand of fine sand like the sea-shore, driven close together,
and all moist, because that brook was used to flood the meadow for
the feeding of the grass; and the last evening the hatches which held
up the water had been drawn, so that much had ebbed away and left the
strand aforesaid.
After a while the Sun-beam turned to Face-of-god, and she was become
somewhat pale; she said:
'Nay, I have striven to see, and can see nought save the picture of
hope and fear that I make for myself. So it oft befalleth foreseeing
women, that the love of a man cloudeth their vision. Be content,
dear friend; it is for life or death; but whichso it be, the same for
me and thee together?'
'Yea,' he said, 'and well content I am; so now let each of us trust
in the other to be both good and dear, even as I trusted in thee the
first hour that I looked on thee.


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