John Berwick Harwood

Once a Week (1863)

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John Berwick Harwood,  Once a Week (1863)

“ Did she, Lucy, know of the Heirloom? Impossible, unless a friend had whispered it in her ear. Mrs. Digby was too worldly-wise to have spoken on the topic, and the majority of our friends neither knew nor cared to suspect anything amiss. Still, I felt there was a barrier between us, invisible, but strong as adamant. I sometimes saw in Lucy’s eyes the old look of watchful fear that I had so early detected in those of my mother; but in the poor mother’s eyes there was love, deep, yearning love, to soften that detested scrutiny. Not so in Lucy’s frightened gaze. ”
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John Berwick Harwood,  Once a Week (1863)

“ So saying, the guide again quitted the road. Maurice, whose usually pale face was now flushed and hectic, made some peevish remonstrance. But Fritz assured us that we should save miles by striking off across the rugged table-land, where no horse could pass. A few minutes after this a low sullen roar, faint, but hollow and deep, like the noise of a distant cataract, reached our ears. Fritz paused, with a gesture of discouragement.
“An avalanche, far off, but to windward. I fear the worst!” said he.
We strode on in silence over the rough ground, always knee-deep in the frozen drift.
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John Berwick Harwood,  Once a Week (1863)

“ Ha! too late; too late! The Calypso gave a bound and shudder, rose upon a wave, crashed upon the hard rocks, rose again, and again struck. Rigging snapped, masts, broken like pipe-stems, went over the side; the sea leaped like a drove of white wolves upon the deck, hungry and howling for prey. And all were borne down and flung upon the dripping planks, all but myself. Clinging to the wheel, I stood fast. I laughed and hallooed, I yelled out taunts and threats; I shouted, and uttered aloud a defiance to the raging waves. ”
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