blytchett

Updated: May 25, 2025

"How could I forget that?" asked Master Richard, and by his voice I knew that he laughed merrily to himself. I asked him whether he would have lights. "No, my father," he said, "there will be light enough." It would be an hour later, I should suppose, after Master Blytchett was come back, when he put out his hand again, and I knew that he wished for the prayers.

Robert Hugh Benson - The History of Richard Raynal, Solitary