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Updated: June 22, 2025
He walked with rapid steps across the moor, feeling dimly the beauty of the spring afternoon, with its haze of gold and purple on the horizon, where the gray clouds opened out in wistful stretches of daffodil skies. The door of Nanna's house stood open, and the wind, full of the sharp salt savor of the sea, blew life into the little room.
The glowing reflection of the sun fell upon Nanna's pale neck and face, illumining them with a golden blush. "I am sorry," said Gottlieb, at length, throwing aside the blade of grass, and assuming a serious cast of countenance, "I am sorry that our lessons must have an end; but all is for the best, for, my child, you know enough already." "More than enough," replied Nanna, softly.
But after the tea service was removed, she had retired to her chamber, that she might in solitude commune with her own thoughts. The silence of her apartment was soothing to Nanna's mind. Besides a small sofa, which was her sleeping place, her little dominions contained a book shelf; three or four flower vases; a bureau, and a small work table.
Taking Nanna's Bible off the round table, he went into his own bedroom and there laboriously copied out, with the help of a very blunt pencil, the text where the pin had rested in church. Then he took the Bible into Nanna's room. "What's that you're holding?" she asked suspiciously. "It's something I have to give to Mum."
Constans helped Esmay out of the boat, and with stiffened limbs they dragged themselves up the forest way. There was a little shriek, a rush of feet, and swishing skirts, and Nanna's arms were about her sister, while Constans was looking into Piers Minor's honest eyes. Far in the north, a smoke as of a furnace ascended, and the sky was darkened.
The pale and delicate countenance of Nanna, who he thought was destined in all probability to droop and die like a water lily, which she so much resembled, carried the old man's mind back to the time when his father had promised to wed his mother, and he sighed as he thought how different Nanna's station in life would have been had that promise been fulfilled.
Quinton Edge glanced over his shoulder, and the three men who had been standing motionless in the shadow of the doorway took a step forward. "You perceive that there is no such alternative," he said, suavely. The girl started but kept herself in hand. "My sister goes with me?" "No," said Quinton Edge. But Nanna's arms were already encircling her treasure.
However disturbed and worried she might feel, there were the weekly books to be gone through, and this time without Nanna's shrewd, kindly help. Suddenly she started, for Timmy's claw-like little hand was on her arm: "Mum," he said earnestly, "do tell me what Colonel Crofton was really like? Did that lady you know, I mean the person Jack thinks is jealous of Mrs.
A strange contrast! beggar's fare served so royally; but hunger is not nice about trifles one way or the other. And so it was upon the viands that Nanna's attention was immediately concentrated. She glanced suspiciously at the cheese, despairingly at the knuckle-bone, and then said, solemnly: "Tell me, Esmay, what does it mean? Where is Ugo?"
Wedging the Bible, as he hoped reverently, but undoubtedly very securely between his knees, he thrust the pin firmly in the middle of the faded, gilt-edged leaves of Nanna's Bible, where there were already many curious little brown dots caused by similar punctures, the work of Nanna herself.
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