Anonymous, The Foundling of the Wreck (1845)
“ Margaret looked up in amazement, but she did not speak, for her feelings were too powerful to admit of words.‘I mean,’ Gerald proceeded, ‘to go to the Czar myself. I hear that he is generally to be found, either at his cottage in the island or else overlooking the works. I am not afraid of the Czar, mother: the errand on which I shall go will take away all fear. I feel as bold as a lion—aye, and as strong too.’‘Thou art a noble boy, Gerald,’ cried Margaret, at length finding utterance. ”
