Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 223: what you’re looking at

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‘Roanoke of Roanoke Fail. 217 neck relax, and beheld her sink upon the stones. “‘ What is it, Meg?” I cried, leaping from my horse and kneeling beside her. “Are you hurt?” “Hurt! Ay, Ralph, Tm kilt, sure aneuch,” she answered, feebly, smiling and stroking my face with a weak, trembling hand. “It’s the clatter o’ the causey. I aye ken- ned I wad dee upon it; but it’s for yer sake, Ralph, and I’m ower ready to gang awa’. Gude-bye, dear, gude-bye. JDinna greet, laddie; but ye’ll mind auld Meg, at times, winna ye, my dear? for I aye lo’ed ye like a bairn o’ my ain.” “*No, no, Meg,” I cried ; “‘ you must not die. Let me bind up your wound. You must not perish for me. You shall live.” “« Na, na, my bairn ; Gude’s wull be dune.” Her hand fell from my hair, she smiled, and, raising herself in an attempt to kiss me, sank back with a sigh, and passed away. ‘You villain!” I cried, leaping to my feet, and shaking my fist at the window in ( i | > a comichbooks.com