” She demanded. It towered up high above the level of the pass, thousands of feet, still, shining, and white, and below, thousands of feet below, was a floor of little woolly clouds. The hills surrounded her cave home protectively. The name of this damsel was Edgeworth Bess; and, as her fascinations will not, perhaps, be found to be without some influence upon the future fortunes of her boyish admirer, we have thought it worth while to be thus particular in describing them. Austin, who had been evidently schooled by Wild, maintained a profound silence on this head. Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. Something about the girl had suggested an idea. "His life—or yours?" "No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford.
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