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onyers's heart. But never a word said he of his discovery, not even when Ja

ere mettle

prank, then another, swore again and again that the devil himself must be

lamb in the presence of his pupil, for Michael had muscle in his long arms,

when he scaled the wall of Langton Hall and greete

Manor; and so dewy kisses from sweet, childish lips were the more cherish

as, refusing him any grace till he had done her will-sometimes treating him with disdain, at others

I am not glad, although Nursie says it is wicked, seeing that he is my only brother. But then he should not

iumphantly into approving brown eyes. He had ever

le in tears, nursing a bla

evidence as soon as she heard a certain vo

Fairy told a harrowing tale of how Morry had caug

vengeance ho

self! A fine young cockerel, this, of nearly seventeen summers, attired according to the latest mode, and flicki

ted by a dust-begrimed youth in plum-coloured coat an

shionable oath to set seal to his aping manhood. "Be off on

yes had been swimming in tears as a round, white wrist wa

the marigolds and snatched the dai

n his rage, "or else sure you'll take the soundes

to such a challenge. It shocked his delicate se

old medlar-tree, sobbing in very terror as she saw the

s, for their blood was up, and they were as hard

ugh he panted vigorously as he

, with immense dignity, "you'll find Michael Ber

etty before, but, at sound of his e

foul coward, Stephen Berrington? Faugh! I would have sen

n't hit a man who is down," he growled; "but be careful of you

y to his feet, white of cheek, swo

a traitor and murderer," said he slo

e reach home, an' a whipping into the bargain if you do not p

e looked from her brother to the blood-

ot fough

brown curls she had f

ing warm arms around his neck. "

trampled marigolds long after an indignant brother had drag