Jeffery Farnol

“ And—Porges!—dear, quaint, Small Porges! where under heaven could he ever find again such utter faith, such pure unaffected loyalty and devotion as throbbed within that small, warm heart? How could he ever bid “Good-bye” to loving, eager, little Small Porges?
And then there was Miss Priscilla, and the strong, gentle Sergeant, and Peterday, and sturdy Adam, and Prudence, and the rosy-cheeked maids. How well they all suited this wonderful Arcadia! ”

“ CHAPTER XXVIII Which tells how Bellew left Dapplemere in the dawn Far in the East a grey streak marked the advent of another day, and upon all things was a solemn hush, a great, and awful stillness that was like the stillness of Death. The Earth was a place of gloom, and mist, where spectral shadows writhed, and twisted, and flitted under a frowning heaven, and out of the gloom there came a breath, sharp, and damp, and exceeding chill. ”

“ And yet it was worth having lived for, this one golden month, and in all his wanderings needs must he carry with him the memory of Her who had taught him how deep and high, how wide and infinitely far-reaching that thing called “Love” may really be. ”