She opened out her colour-box.
"And then," said she, with an odd laugh, "before you think I have gone crazed, please remember it isn't every day one loses such an enormous fortune as mine."
She began to get her other sketching things ready. And she was very cheerful about it, and very busy; and she was heard to be singing to herself—
Then fill up a bumper: what can I do less
Than drink to the health of my bonny Black Bess?
But her friend, when by chance she turned her head a little bit, perceived that the pale and piteous face was still wet with tears; and the praises of Black Bess did not wholly deceive her.
END OF VOL. II.
LONDON: R. CLAY, SONS, AND TAYLOR, BREAD STREET HILL.
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NOVELS BY WILLIAM BLACK.
MACLEOD OF DARE.
THE STRANGE ADVENTURES OF A PHAETON.
A PRINCESS OF THULE.
MADCAP VIOLET.
GREEN PASTURES AND PICCADILLY.
THE MAID OF KILLEENA, and other Tales.