Elizabeth W. Grierson

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Elizabeth W. Grierson Vivian's Lesson

The last words were spoken so low that they were scarcely audible; but as Mrs Osbourne hastily rose and left the room they heard her murmur to herself, ‘My little girl, my only little girl!’ and they gazed at one another in awe-struck silence.
‘Aunt Dora was crying,’ said Vivian at last. ‘She can’t think that Isobel is going to die, can she? Oh Ronald!’ he repeated, taking hold of his brother’s arm, and shaking it, as if to force an answer from him, ‘do say something; do say that she isn’t going to die.’
‘Oh, I hope it isn’t as bad as that,’ said Ronald, trying to speak cheerfully.
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Elizabeth W. Grierson Tales From Scottish Ballads

Montague, Earl of Salisbury, had a bold, bad face, and his words, though honeyed and low, had a false ring in them.
"My humblest greetings, fair lady," he cried; "my life is at thy service, for I heard but yesterday that thy lord, caitiff that he be, hath left thee alone among rough men, in this lonely wind-swept Castle. Methinks thou art accustomed to kinder treatment and therefore am I come to beg thee to open thy gates, and allow me to enter. By my soul, if thou wilt, I shall be thy servant to the death. Such beauty as thine was never meant to be wasted in the desert.
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Elizabeth W. Grierson Tales of English Minsters: Hereford

King Offa sat at the head of the table, wearing his royal robes and the golden crown of Mercia on his head. Beside him sat his wife, and close by were the youthful bride and bridegroom, and ‘that noble youth Ecgfrith’ as the old chroniclers call him.
Nobles and thanes and aldermen crowded round the board, and gleemen who sang fierce war-songs of Hengist and of Cerdic, and of Arthur and his Knights, and the red wine was poured out, and they drank long and heartily; more heartily, perhaps, than they ought to have done.
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