The Hawks of Hawk-Hollow: A Tradition of PennsylavaniaBird, Robert Montgomery
History
The Hawks of Hawk-Hollow: A Tradition of Pennsylavania
Bird, Robert Montgomery
Pennsylvania -- History -- Fiction
At these allusions, which were evidently unexpected, Miss Loring
blushed, then turned very pale; and finally, while Harriet drew
breath, as if to continue the subject, she said, recurring abruptly
to the original topic of discourse, and in a hurried manner,
"If you insist I should tell you what I have heard, I must obey. The
story is singular and melancholy,--melancholy under every aspect, but
doubly so, if that be true which I know you are most anxious to
learn. But, Harriet, I cannot tell you _all_. What concerns the
Gilberts alone I am ready to relate; but that which involves the
connexion between,--that is to say--Harriet!" cried the young lady,
after pausing with embarrassment, "it does not become a daughter to
listen to aspersions cast upon the good name of a parent!"
"It does not," said Miss Falconer, gravely, "when they are breathed
by the lips of an enemy. But fear not, I will not eat you. I do not
ask you to repeat slanders, but to inform me what slanders are
repeated by others. You might have added, it did not become me to pry
into my father's secrets; but as his child, his daughter--I would to
heaven I could say his son!--it is fitting I should at least know
from what to defend him. I tell you, Kate, I have this thing much at
heart. Fear not to shock me by your relations; for, not being
disposed to believe them, I shall not be grieved, except at
discovering how extensive may be the malignity of our foes. I shall
rest more sweetly on my pillow to-night, if I go not to sleep on
suspicion. Begin, therefore, Kate, and scruple not to speak boldly."
CHAPTER VI.
For us, we do approve the Roman maxim,
To save one citizen is a greater prize,
Than to have killed, in war, ten enemies.
MASSINGER--_The Guardian_.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude.----
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
Thou dost not bite so nigh,
As benefits forgot.
AS YOU LIKE IT.
"You know then, I presume," said Catherine, beginning her narrative,
ominously, with a sigh,--"you know, I suppose, all about old Mr.
Gilbert, and his"----
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