Jeffery Farnol

“ Poor lass! Oh poor lass!” he exclaimed, his voice growing more husky. “She’s made a brave fight for it, sir,—but it weren’t no use, ye see,—it’ll be ‘Good-bye’ for her to Dapplemere, arter all, that there mortgage can’t never be paid now,—nohow.” ”

“ When he spoke to her, though she answered him, she did not look up, and he knew that she was weeping.
“Don’t, Auntie Anthea,—don’t!” he pleaded. “I know Uncle Porges has gone away, an’ left us, but you’ve got me left, you know,—an’ I shall be a man—very soon,—before my time, I think. So—don’t cry,—though I’m awful’ sorry he’s gone, too—just when we needed him the most, you know!”
“Oh Georgy!” she whispered, “my dear, brave little Georgy! We shall only have each other soon,—they’re going to take Dapplemere away from us,—and everything we have in the world,—Oh Georgy!” ”