pitifulist

Updated: June 9, 2025

I can't help thinking of that poor beautiful white deer, what Marster found crippled, down at our 'Bend' Plantation, that some vagabond had shot. Marster fotch it up home, and of all the pitifulist sights!" Dyce had risen, and covering her face with her white apron, she wept for some minutes. "Are you not the wife of Bedney, who saved my mother's life, when the barn burned?"

Augusta J. (Augusta Jane) Evans - At the Mercy of Tiberius