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Barclay, Florence L. (Florence Louisa), 1862-1921

"The White Ladies of Worcester A Romance of the Twelfth Century"


"There I watched him ride away," she said, with a sweep of her arm
toward the road, "watched, until the dark woods swallowed him. And
here"--with a sweep toward the turret--"here, we parted."
She turned; then caught her breath.
Leaning against the wall with folded arms, stood Hugh.


CHAPTER XLIV
"I LOVE THEE"
Mora stood, for some moments, speechless; and Hugh did not stir. They
faced one another, in the weird, white light.
At last: "Did you make me come?" she whispered.
"Nay, my beloved," he answered at once; "unless constant thought of
thee, could bring thee to me. I pictured thee peacefully sleeping."
"I could not sleep," she said. "It seemed to me our Lady was not
pleased, because, dear Knight, I have failed, in all these days, to
tell you of her wondrous and especial grace which sent me to you."
"I have wondered," said the Knight; "but I knew there would come a time
when I should hear what caused thy mind to change. That it was a thing
of much import, I felt sure. The Bishop counselled me to give up hope.
But I had besought our Lady to send thee to me, and I could not lose my
trust in prayer."
"It was indeed our blessed Lady who sent me," said Mora, very softly.
"Hugh, dare I stay and tell you the whole story, here and now? What if
we are discovered, alone upon the ramparts, at this hour of the night?"
Hugh could not forbear a smile.
"Dear Heart," he said, "we shall not be discovered.


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