"Not I. But what matters that to you? I am a stranger in these parts."
"It is full four miles."
"So far, and I am fearfully tired already!" exclaimed the young man with impatience. As he spoke he drew out his watch. "Past eleven too!"
The watch caught the eye of the cottager; that evil eye sparkled. He passed his hand over his brow. "I am thinking, sir," he said in a more civil tone than he had yet assumed, "that as you are so tired and the hour is so late, you might almost as well--"
"What?" exclaimed the stranger, stamping somewhat petulantly.
"I don't like to mention it; but my poor roof is at your service, and I would go with you to ------ at daybreak to-morrow."
The stranger stared at the cottager, and then at the dingy walls of the hut. He was about, very abruptly, to reject the hospitable proposal, when his eye rested suddenly on the form of Alice, who stood eager-eyed and open-mouthed, gazing on the handsome intruder. As she caught his eye, she blushed deeply and tur
Over-the-top romantic melodrama by the king of purple prose. I was unable to finish it.