Christian life -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction; Siblings -- Fiction
'Sir,' he said, looking up to him, 'I'm afraid I can't explain myself.
You know it was for my sake that the Lord Jesus was killed, yet His
Father has forgiven me all my sins; and when I think of that, I can
forgive the master even for little Nan's death with all my heart. But I
don't always remember it; and then I feel a little glad at the fire. I
haven't got much religion yet. I don't know everything that's in the
Bible.'
'Yet I could learn some lessons from you, Stephen,' said Mr. Danesford,
after a pause. 'What do you suppose I should do if anybody tried to take
Danesford Hall from me?'
'I don't know, sir,' answered Stephen.
'Nor do I,' he said, smiling; 'at any rate, they should not have it with
my consent. Nor shall anybody take Fern's Hollow from you. I have been
down to Longville about it, but Mr. Wyley is too ill to see me. By the
way, I told Miss Anne I was coming up the hills after you. She wants to
see you, Stephen, as soon as possible after your work is done.'
Mr. Danesford rode on over the hills, and Stephen walked some way beside
him, to put him into the nearest path for Danesford. After he was gone
he watched earnestly for the evening shadows, and when they stretched
far away across the plains, he hastened down to the cabin, and then on
to Longville, to his appointed interview with Miss Anne.
CHAPTER XXII.
THE MASTER'S DEATHBED.
When the master at last consented to leave the sight of his old dwelling
burning into blackened heaps, he seemed to care nothing where he might
be taken. He was without a home, and almost without a friend. It was not
accident merely, but the long-provoked hatred of his people, that had
driven him from the old chambers and the old roof which had sheltered
him for so many years, and where all the habits and memories of his life
centred. Miss Anne had not been long enough at Botfield to form
friendships on her own account, except among the poor and ignorant
people on her uncle's works; and she accepted most thankfully the offer
of the doctor from Longville to give them a refuge in his house. No
sooner had they arrived there than it was discovered that the master was
struck with paralysis, brought on by the shock of the fire, and all the
terrifying circumstances attending it. He was carried at once to a
bedroom, and from that time Miss Anne had been fully occupied in nursing
him.
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