That gently done, he called to him Rachael and Sissy.
She knew by Rachael’s face that she might trust her now.
‘Rachael, dear Rachael, good Rachael, for the love of Heaven, not these dreadful cries!
In the midst of this, Rachael returned; and with her party there was a surgeon, who brought some wine and medicines.
THE Sunday was a bright Sunday in autumn, clear and cool, when early in the morning Sissy and Rachael met, to walk in the country.
She had unclasped her hand, and was in the act of stepping forward, when Rachael caught her in both arms with a scream that resounded over the wide landscape.