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In a moment Rotha seemed to become conscious that her companion was sad as well as silent. How had this escaped her so long? she thought. "But you don't seem quite so glad, Ralph," she said in an altered tone, half of inquiry, half of gentle reproach, as of one who felt that her joy would have been the more if another had shared it.
Her face got paler day by day, but she kept a brave heart she was just such like as Rotha that way and she tended the house till the last, she did." A louder burst of merriment than usual came from the distant room. The fellows were singing a snatch together. "Do you know, Rotha called her mother, Josie, too.
Ralph is among the mountains yet, take my word for it, father." "It's bad weather to trapes the fells, Rotha. The ground is all slush and sladderment." "So it is, so it is; and you're grown weak, father. I'll go myself. Liza Branthwaite will come here and fill my place." "No, no, I'll go; yes, that I will," said Sim. Rotha's ardor of soul had conquered her father's apprehension of failure.
"As sure as God's in heaven," cried Rotha with panting breath and flaming eyes, "I'll fling you into this river if you utter that lie again. Woman, give me the truth! Cast away these falsehoods, that would blast the souls of the damned in hell." "Get off. Wilta not? Nay, then, but I'll mak thee, and quick." The struggle was short. The girl was flung aside into the road. Mrs.
It was as though she were crawling hour after hour towards a gleam of hope that fled farther and farther away. The darkness was gathering in, yet nothing was done. Then the clock struck four, and Rotha drew on her shawl once more, and walked to the bridge. Willy was there, a saddled horse by his side. "You look jaded and out of heart, Rotha," he said. "Can you stay four hours longer?" she asked.
How yearningly the girl's eyes still inclined to yonder distant south. "Let us say no more about it now, Rotha," he said huskily. "If you wish it, we'll talk again on this matter that is, I say, if you wish it; if not, no matter." The young man was turning away. Without moving the fixed determination of her gaze, Rotha said quietly, "Willy, I think perhaps I do love you perhaps I don't know.
The recoil of emotion was too much for the girl. She stood silent. The woman looked at her for an instant with something more like a frightened expression than had yet been seen on her hard face. Then she brushed past her and away. "Stop!" cried Rotha, recovering herself. The woman was gone, and the girl did not pursue her. Rotha went into the room which Mrs. Garth had come from.
Garth, recovering herself; and then she added, with a sneer, "but mind thou'rt quick, or he'll never tell thee in this world." "Nor will you tell me in the next. Woman, woman!" cried Rotha in another tone, "woman, have you any bowels? You have no heart, I know; but can you stand by and be the death of two men who have never, never done you wrong?" Rotha clutched Mrs.
But now there was a movement at the back. The sheriff himself was seen stepping from the window to the scaffold. He was followed by Willy Ray and John Jackson. Two women stood together behind, Rotha and Mrs. Garth. Willy came forward and fell on his brother's neck. "God has had mercy upon us," he cried, amid a flood of tears. Ralph looked amazed.
The march to Erfurt was of twelve days, and without adventure to speak of. A march altogether of the common type, the stages of it not worth marking except for special readers; and of memorable to us offers only this, if even this: at Rotha, in Leipzig Country, the eighth stage from Dresden, Friedrich writes, willing to try for Peace if it be possible, "ROTHA, 7th September, 1757.
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