Christie Johnstone by Charles Reade
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She blessed him, as one who had the power and the right to bless or curse. She stood on the high ground of her low estate, and her afflictions--and demanded of their Creator to bless the fellow-creature that had come to her aid and consolation. This woman had suffered to the limits of endurance; yesterday she had said, "Surely the Almighty does na _see_ me a' these years!" So now she blessed him, and her heart's blood seemed to gush into words. She blessed him by land and water. She knew most mortal griefs; for she had felt them. She warned them away from him one by one. She knew the joys of life; for she had felt their want. She summoned them one by one to his side. "And a fair wind to your ship," cried she, "and the storms aye ten miles to leeward o' her." Many happy days, "an' weel spent," she wished him. "His love should love him dearly, or a better take her place." |
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