Recreations of Christopher North, Volume 2

In their delirium they both talked about each other--Mary Morrison and Harry Wilton--yet their words were not words of love, only of common kindness; for although on their death-beds they did not talk about death, but frequently about that May-day Festival, and other pleasant meetings in neighbours' houses, or in the Manse. Mary sometimes rose up in bed, and in imagination joined her voice to that of the flute which to his lips was to breathe no more; and even at the very self-same moment--so it wonderfully was--did he tell all to be hushed, for that Mary Morrison was about to sing the Flowers of the Forest.

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