The Little Maid I Had With Me, and I Felt More Myself Again

'I fought a stubborn fight last night, and i was carried away by a midnight torrent,' he says. 'If you have sheltered dried me, and with a sudden sinking of my voice, if you have protected the little maid i had with me, then i am grateful to you.' But that worthy monk was absolutely dumb with astonishment. And as i tottered to his feet, holding out to him a gaunt, trembling hand brown with the dust of ages,. drunkenly reeled across his floor, he edged away - while the long hair of his silvery head bristled with wonder. My son, my son, he gasped at length over the shining crucifix. This is not