The Judges' Cave; Being a Romance of the New Haven Colony in the Days of the Regicides, 1661 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900 edition. Excerpt: ... XVIII MARC IA passed down the marketplace, her three-mile walk in from the "Farms" nearly at an end. The morning was a most fair one of late May, and the exhilaration that had lent freshness to the dewy eye and cheek and lip still glowed at her heart. She was lost to herself, and was happy. With a smile on the rosy lips that fell into their olden curves, she had nearly caught herself humming the forgotten tune she had brought away from New Netherland. This would have been dreadful -- and to sing on the market-place She brought herself up with a little laugh at the idea, when -- "I don't see how you can laugh" -- a voice cold and disdainful struck her ear. Lucy Leet had approached from a side path, and was now nearly at her elbow. Instantly Marcia's face was set in hard, bitter lines, all the curves and dimples and smiles departed. Then Lucy, after this cruel shot, raised her head with its pert chin and perter nose, and with a cool, supercilious gaze stalked directly across Marcia's path, and continued on her way with many efforts to make her dumpy little figure dignified, only succeeding in disclosing her fixed intention to be an enemy to the girl who had been her dearest friend. Marcia, too white and cold to feel or to look like a breathing creature, stood motionless, and was only awakened rudely by another voice. This time it was Sylvy Bunce. "I don't wonder she won't speak to you, Marcia, for 'twas a dreadful thing to give up those poor Judges. I expect those Englishmen have caught them; father says we may not know for months yet, although some wicked people are searching around here just the same. But for a girl to go and lead the searchers just where she knew those poor hunted creatures were -- even the men looking for them now say...