Ere the echoes of his voice had ceased lamenting into the distance, they found themselves alone on the wharf.
THE LILIES OF THE VALLEY
‘He opened like a bat!’ said the stranger.
‘His shadow was red!’ said Farina.
‘He was off like an arrow!’ said the stranger.
‘Oh! pledge of my young love, how could I lose thee!’ exclaimed the youth, and his eyes were misted with tears.
Guy the Goshawk shook his brown locks gravely.
‘Bring me a man, and I ‘ll stand up against him, whoever he be, like a man; but this fellow has an ill scent and foreign ways about him, that he has! His eye boils all down my backbone and tingles at my finger-tips. Jesu, save us!’
‘Save us!’ repeated Farina, with the echo of a deadened soul.