As its own beauty, it designed thee fair,
And formed thee by the best loved angel there.”
Such were the emotions Philip Fuller felt as he turned away from the Forge of Nathan Blyth. Rounding the corner in the direction of Waverdale Hall, he was suddenly confronted by the scowling face and suspicious eyes of Black Morris.
[CHAPTER VII.]
Kesterton Circuit and the “Rounders.”
“A good man there was of religioun,
And he was a poor parsoun of a toune;