The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 32 Page 36

silk and the jewels and the lace, for looking at you and at the gift you bring.

“No, don’t speak; it is my turn now to see the pictures. All will be yours, whatever you see and touch in those stately homes — for you will be the Lady Thryng, and, being the Lady Thryng, you will be no more wonderful or beautiful than you were when you climbed to me, following my flute notes, or when you bent between me and the fire preparing my supper, or when you were weaving at your loom, or when you came to me from our cabin door with your arms outstretched and the light of all the stars of heaven in your eyes.”

Then they were silent, a long silence, until, seated together in their cabin before a bright log fire, as she held their baby to her breast, Cassandra broke the stillness.