Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"Morva!" he called, and she turned at once and stood facing him in the light of the full moon. She bent her head a little and let her arms fall at her sides, standing like a culprit before his accuser. The attitude pained Gethin, whose whole being was overflowing with tenderness. "Morva, lass! what is the matter? Where art going? Art running away from me?"
Ask Jacob the Mill to keep one of Fan's pups for me." Ebben Owens was too excited by the rest of the letter to notice the callousness of the postscript, and thought only of the kindness which so easily forgave his sin. "Call Ann," he said, and Morva went joyfully. "Come, Ann fâch!" she cried, at the foot of the stairs, "here's good news for you. Will and his wife are coming to see you."
To her foster-child it was a labour of love. In the early morning hours before milking time at the farm, or in the grey of the twilight, Morva was free to work in her own garden, while Sara only tended her herb bed.
No, no," she added shrewdly, nodding her head, "He will punish us for our sins, but the devil is not going to triumph over the Almighty in the end." Morva pondered seriously as she fed the fire from a heap of dried furze piled up in the corner behind the big chimney. "I was very little when Gethin went away, but I remember it. Now tell me about the night when first I came to you.
All this weighed upon her mind, and cast a shadow over her path, which she could not entirely banish. Sara saw the reflection of the sorrowful thought in the girl's tell-tale eyes, and her tender heart was troubled within her. "A wedding cake is a beautiful thing," said Morva; "how do they make it, I wonder?
"It must be in my dreams, then." "Perhaps! What delicious meth! Who would think there was room for house and garden scooped out on the moor here; and such a dear sheltered hollow." Sara smiled. "Yes; we are safe and peaceful here." Morva had taken the opportunity of doffing her necklace and placing it in the box. "I am going to show the young lady the way to Garthowen, mother."
The browns of autumn tingeing the moor, the very air full of its mellow richness, the plash of the waves on the rocks below the cliffs, the song of the reapers coming on the breeze, oh, yes, life was all glorious and beautiful on the Garthowen slopes just then. "To-morrow night is the 'cynos. Wilt be there, Morva?" asked Gethin.
On the following Sunday, Morva kept house alone at Garthowen, for everyone else had gone to chapel, except Will, who had walked to Castell On, which was three miles away up the valley of the On, he having been of late a frequent attendant at Mr. Price's church.
"Yes, indeed, I am very glad, whatever. Garthowen will be full again; it has been very empty lately." She was thinking of Gethin, unconsciously, perhaps, and hung her head a little guiltily when Will said: "Thou didst miss me, then?" "Of course we all missed thee thy father especially." "More than thee, Morva?" She sighed. "'Tis this way, Will. I am tired of this secrecy.
We will fix our wedding for some day after your return from Llaniago at Christmas, as we would like you to be present as well as my father. Elinor Jones of Betheyron will be my bridesmaid, and Morva and Gryffy Jones will be the only others at the wedding."
Word Of The Day