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Title: Through Welsh Doorways
Author: Jeannette Augustus Marks
Release Date: September 10, 2012 [eBook #40726]
Language: English
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Through Welsh Doorways
Jeannette Marks
Through Welsh Doorways
With Illustrations by Anna Whelan Betts
London
T. Fisher Unwin
Adelphi Terrace
1910
(All rights reserved.)
CONTENTS
| Page | |
| The Merry Merry Cuckoo | 11 |
| Mors Triumphans | 27 |
| Dreams in Jeopardy | 45 |
| Tit for Tat | 77 |
| An Oriel in Eden | 97 |
| The Child | 121 |
| An All-Hallows’ Honeymoon | 133 |
| The Heretic’s Wife | 151 |
| The Choice | 175 |
| A Last Discipline | 203 |
| Respice Finem | 227 |
ILLUSTRATIONS
| She looked sharply at the approaching group (page 18) | Frontispiece |
| TO FACE PAGE | |
| Janny watched Ariel’s thin fingers work skilfully | 106 |
| Betto Griffiths laughed | 112 |
The Merry Merry Cuckoo
“Lad dear, no more or ye’ll be havin’ an attack, an’——”
Annie’s words sounded inconclusive, although she fortified them by an animated gesture with her plump wrinkled hand. Her eyes glanced timidly from the window to David’s face.
“But, Annie, ye’ve not said a word of the cuckoo,” replied David plaintively.
“Aye, the cuckoo,” said Annie, her heart sinking as she sent her voice up. “The cuckoo—”
“Has it come? Did ye hear it?”
The old man clasped and unclasped his hands helplessly, childish disappointment overspreading his face.
“David dear, if ye’d but listen to what I was a-goin’ to say”—Annie gulped—”I was a-goin’ to say that I’ve not heard the cuckoo yet, but that everythin’ ’s over early an’ I’m expectin’ to hear one any time now. It’s so warm there might be one singin’ at dusk to-day—there might be!”
“Might there be?” asked David, his eyes brightening, “might there be, Annie?”
“Aye, there might be, lad,” and she lifted his head on her arm gently while she turned the pillow.
“It’s over early,” he objected, “an’, Annie——”
“Davie dear, be still,” she commanded, drawing his head close to her bosom before she put him down on the pillow again. “Pastor Morris says everythin’ ’s over early; even the foxglove is well up in the garden;