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Lorna Doone - A Romance of Exmoor by R. D. (Richard Doddridge) Blackmore
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"Yes, I see it; but they will see me crossing the grass to get there."

"Look! look!" She could hardly speak. "There is a way out from the top
of it; they would kill me if I told it. Oh, here they come, I can see
them."

The little maid turned as white as the snow which hung on the rocks
above her, and she looked at the water and then at me, and she cried,
"Oh dear! oh dear!" And then she began to sob aloud, being so young and
unready. But I drew her behind the withy-bushes, and close down to the
water, where it was quiet and shelving deep, ere it came to the lip of
the chasm. Here they could not see either of us from the upper valley,
and might have sought a long time for us, even when they came quite
near, if the trees had been clad with their summer clothes. Luckily I
had picked up my fish and taken my three-pronged fork away.

Crouching in that hollow nest, as children get together in ever so
little compass, I saw a dozen fierce men come down, on the other side of
the water, not bearing any fire-arms, but looking lax and jovial, as if
they were come from riding and a dinner taken hungrily. "Queen, queen!"
they were shouting, here and there, and now and then: "where the pest is
our little queen gone?"

"They always call me 'queen,' and I am to be queen by-and-by," Lorna
whispered to me, with her soft cheek on my rough one, and her little
heart beating against me: "oh, they are crossing by the timber there,
and then they are sure to see us."

"Stop," said I; "now I see what to do. I must get into the water, and
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