Since the calamity which had befallen, her manner towards gloam had undergone a change.
The next moment a vision of Scholar gloam had risen before me.
gloam looked upon her for several moments, his black eyes lingering over every line of her face and figure.
gloam used to say that he had brought me back from death to life; but it was not so.
gloam was too plainly in a state of delirious frenzy, if he were not actually mad.
Well, now, as touching Scholar gloam, he died nigh a score of years ago; leastways he knocked off living in the body.
The explanation of his behaviour which gloam himself had given seemed, upon reflection, reasonable enough.
“She was born to take her chance with the rest of the world, Mr. gloam,” replied the younger man, in a harder tone.
They brought the yellow-haired little maiden to the mill (ran the story), and gloam called her Swanhilda.
gloam was the only one who spoke her language, and the only one, therefore, with whom she could converse unrestrainedly.