Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 10, 2025
While she waited for the pitcher to fill, she sang, in sheer lightness of heart, the old ballad which not only floated on the air of Abersethin and its neighbourhood, but which she had heard her mother sing in the far-off land of her childhood. "By Berwen's banks my love has strayed For many a day through sun and shade,"
"Did she never mention Abersethin, Brynderyn, and the Berwen?" "No, they are all strange names to me, except Abersethin; she lived there after her return from Patagonia." Ellis was lost in thought again. "I should like to have seen her; I have something important to discuss with her."
A bitter north wind, laden with sleet and rain, blew over Abersethin Bay, tearing the surface into streaks of foam. The fishing boats were drawn up on the grassy slope which bordered the sandy beach, and weighted with heavy stones.
I suppose I may as well do so; but I must first make a hurried journey down to Abersethin, and to see you on my way back. I hear from Dr. Francis that dear old Nance is very ill, and it will depend upon how I find her whether I go to Switzerland or not." "Now, isn't that vexing! You would feel for me if you knew what Valmai is to me!
"You have never told me how you became acquainted with her. Have you known her from childhood?" "Oh, dear, no," said Ellis, laying aside his painting, and stretching himself on the mossy bank. "I will tell you all about it; it is very simple. Being rather out of health about two years ago, I went down to Abersethin to stay at the Vicar's house, he being an old friend of my father's.
He and Robin had walked up all the way from Abersethin through the surf, carrying their shoes under their arms. "'Twill freshen thy feet, and make them hard for the candles," said Robin. Neddy's thin haggard face, surmounted by a thick crop of grizzled curly hair, lighted up with pleasure as he felt the warm air of the roasting room.
He gasped for breath, though the postman saw no sign of emotion, and, as he bent his head against the wind, he read the address on the second letter. "Mrs. Caradoc Wynne, c/o Rev. Meurig Wynne, Brynderyn, Abersethin, Cardiganshire, Wales."
He had caught a glimpse of her in the afternoon as he returned from Abersethin, the path to which led him through Essec Powell's fields. Caught a glimpse of her only, for as ill luck would have it, as he crossed one corner of the field she was reaching the gate at the further corner. Other maidens wore white frocks and straw hats, but his heart told him that this was no other than Valmai.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking