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Caine, Hall, Sir, 1853-1931

"The Shadow of a Crime A Cumbrian Romance"

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"And Laddie there, when he barks down the lonnin--haven't you seen her
then--her breast heaving, the fingers of that hand of hers twitching,
and the mumble of her poor lost voice, as though she'd say, 'Come,
Rotha, my lass, be quick with the supper--he's here, my lass, he's
back?'"
"I think you must be right in that, Rotha--that she misses Ralph,"
said Willy.
"She's nobbut a laal bit quieter, that's all," said Matthew
Branthwaite one morning when he turned in at Shoulthwaite. "The dame
nivver were much of a talker--not to say a _talker_, thoo knows; but
mark me, she loves a crack all the same."
Matthew acted pretty fully upon his own diagnosis of his old
neighbor's seizure. He came to see her frequently, stayed long,
rehearsed for her benefit all the gossip of the village, fired off his
sapient proverbs, and generally conducted himself in his intercourse
with the invalid precisely as he had done before. In answer to any
inquiries put to him at the Red Lion he invariably contented himself
with his single explanation of Mrs.


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