Wilton School; or, Harry Campbell's Revenge

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Very sad it was in the low, dim, oak-panelled parlour, whose diamonded window looked across the quiet chu

ows of the h

ole herself by saying, over and over, that he would soon come back, as she always used in the old days when papa had to go to sea. She had never cried so bitterly before, although these good-byes had come so often. And now it made her cough; she seemed scarcely to have strength to cry. And papa, who was always so brave and stern, why was it even he could not stop the tears f

ggon had passed down the lane by the farm; the last troop of tired hay-makers had trudged gaily homewar

his papa and mamma, apparently unheeding him, sat talking in the far dim corner of the room,

saying a word, took Harry's hand and led him across the

g away soon-before I come bac

y in amazement. "And why is mamma goi

y. You'll take care of her for me, won't you

had not used those ambiguous sentence

st. And with an earnest "God guard you!" that well-nigh seemed to break the bursting heart from whence t

came hurrying up from the orchard to see him before he left, "and God will reward

, while the tears started to her eyes. "Poor soul, poor soul!" she

ondering boy, while the shadows of the summer night stole ghost-like over the lan

ristol channel on the ebb tide, to join the flying squadron on a six months' cruise. And though many a heart, of seamen and officer alike, felt heavy at parting from sweetheart or wife, i