Yonge, Charlotte Mary, 1823-1901 / 2008-09-25 00:00:00
'Harry Hogward, as you see, or Shepherd, so please you.'
'You are no Hogward, nor shepherd! These folk be no kin to you, I
can see. Come, an you love me, tell me true! I told you true who I
am, Red Rose though I see you be! Why not trust me the same?'
'Lady, I verily ken no name save Harry. I would trust you, verily I
would, but I know not myself.'
'I guess! I guess!' she cried, clapping her hands, but at the moment
Dolly laid a hand on her shoulder.
'Do not guess, maiden,' she said. 'If thou wouldst not bring evil on
the lad that found thee, and the roof that sheltered thee, guess not,
yea, and utter not a word save that thou hast lain in a shepherd's
hut. Forget all, as though thou hadst slept in the castle on the
hill that fades away with the day.'
She ended hastily, for her husband was coming up with a rough pony's
halter in his hand. He was in haste to be off, lest a search for the
lost child might extend to his abode, and his gloomy displeasure and
ill-masked uneasiness reduced every-one to silence in his presence.
'Up and away, lady wench!' he said. 'No time to lose if you are to
be at Greystone ere night! Thou Hal, thou lazy lubber, go with Piers
and the sheep--'
'I shall go with you,' replied Hal, in a grave tone of resolution.
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