Helbeck Of Bannisdale V2 (Paperback)

Suddenly she put out her hand restlessly to pluck at the hedge beside her. She had been stung by the memory of herself--under the Squire's window, in the dawn. She saw herself--helpless, and asleep, the tired truant come back to the feet of her master. When he found her so, what could he do but pity her?--be moved, perhaps beyond bounds, by the goodness of a generous nature?