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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard Lysbeth: A Tale of the Dutch — Chapter XIII: MOTHER'S GIFTS ARE GOOD GIFTS (1901)

I think also, cousin, that being, they tell me, unaffianced, you will learn to love, and not in vain, that dear child of mine, whom I leave in your father's keeping and in yours. More, since time is short and we shall never meet again, I say to you plainly, that the thought is pleasing to me, young cousin Foy, for I have a good report of you and like your blood and looks. Remember always, however dark may be your sky, that before he passed to doom Hendrik Brant had this vision concerning you and the daughter whom he loves, and whom you will learn to love as do all who know her.
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard Lysbeth: A Tale of the Dutch — Chapter XIII: MOTHER'S GIFTS ARE GOOD GIFTS (1901)

I think that you will win through with the treasure, Foy, and that it will be the means of bringing some wicked ones to their doom. Yes, and more, much more, but what it is I cannot altogether see. Yet I am quite certain that thousands and tens of thousands of our folk will live to bless the gold of Hendrik Brant, and that is why I work so hard to save it from the Spaniards. Also that is why I ask you to risk your lives to-night; not for the wealth's sake, for wealth is dross, but for what the wealth will buy in days to come.
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard Lysbeth: A Tale of the Dutch — Chapter XIII: MOTHER'S GIFTS ARE GOOD GIFTS (1901)

Ah! my dear, do you think that you'll get a supper out of a holy Leyden ranter, or a skin off an eel for the asking?"
"Oh! he isn't such a selfish fish as he looks," answered Red Bow over her shoulder, while her eyes told Foy that it was his turn to play.
So he played to the best of his ability, with the result that ten minutes later any for whom the sight had interest might have observed a yellow-haired young gallant and a black-haired young woman walking down the Broad Street with their arms affectionately disposed around each other's middles.
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