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Portrait of Gilbert Parker Gilbert Parker There Is Sorrow on the Sea

No man will ever know the bitter trouble in Lancy’s heart when he gave the order to fire on you, though he did not fire himself. And you—do I not know, Cousin Dick, what you did? Tom Doane was not the man to fire at the three dark figures riding you down, not knowing which was his brother. But you, you understood that; and you were in, you said to yourself, and you’d play the game out, come what would. You raised your musket and drew upon a figure. At that moment a coast-guard’s musket blazed, and you saw the man you had drawn on was Lancy Doane.
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Portrait of Gilbert Parker Gilbert Parker There Is Sorrow on the Sea

That is no country to hide in, as you know well, no caves, or hills, or mazy coombes, just a wide, flat, reedy place, broken by open woods. The only refuge for both now was the sea. ‘Twas a wild run you two made, side by side, down that shore, keeping close within the gloom of the sand-hills, the coast-guards coming after, pressing you closer than they thought at the time, for Tom Doane had been wounded in the leg. But Lancy sent one back for the horses, he and the other coming on; and so, there you were, two and two. ‘Twas a cruel task for Lancy that night, enough to turn a man’s hair grey.
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Portrait of Gilbert Parker Gilbert Parker There Is Sorrow on the Sea

The summer’s short and the winter’s long here, Cousin Fanny, and there’s more snow than grass; and there’s more flowers in a week in Mablethorpe than in a whole year here. But, lass, the sun shines always, and my heart keeps warm in thinkin’ of you, and I ask you to forgive me for any harsh word I ever spoke, not forgettin’ that last night when I left you on the sands, and stole away like a thief across the sea.
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