Now adieu, fair Cousin Lorna, I see you are in haste tonight; but I am right proud of my guardianship.

Give me just one flower for token"-- here he kissed his hand to me, and I threw him a truss of woodbine--"adieu, fair cousin, trust me well, I will soon be here again." '"That thou never shalt, sir," cried a voice as loud as a culverin; and Carver Doone had Alan Brandir as a spider hath a fly.

The boy made a little shriek at first, with the sudden shock and the terror; then he looked, methought, ashamed of himself, and set his face to fight for it.

Very bravely he strove and struggled, to free one arm and grasp his sword; but as well might an infant buried alive attempt to lift his gravestone.

Carver Doone, with his great arms wrapped around the slim gay body, smiled (as I saw by the flash from heaven) at the poor young face turned up to him; then (as a nurse bears off a child, who is loath to go to bed), he lifted the youth from his feet, and bore him away into the darkness.
'I was young then.