Note 2. Apparently the plaited border worn under the French cap.
Chapter Eight.
Thekla comes to the Rescue.
“It were a well-spent journey,
Though seven deaths lay between.”
A.R. Cousins.
“Lysken, didst thou ever love any one very much?”
Blanche spoke dreamily, as she stood leaning against the side of the window in the parsonage parlour, and with busy idleness tied knots in her gold chain, which at once untied themselves by their own weight.
“Most truly,” said Lysken, looking up with an expression of surprise. “I love all here—very much.”
“Ah! but—not here?”