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THE GOLD OF FAIRNILEE. 263 |
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CHAPTER VI |
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AN," said Randal one midsummer day, "1 am going to the Wishing Well."
" Oh, Randal," said Jean, " it is so far away! "
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you must come, too; I want you, Jeanie. It's not so very far."
" But mother says it is wrong to go to Wishing Wells," Jean answered.
" Why is it wrong? " said Randal, switching at the tall foxgloves with a stick.
" Oh, she says it is a wicked thing, and forbidden by the Church. People who go to wish there, sacrifice to the spirits of the well; and Father Francis told her that it was very wrong."
"Father Francis is a shaveling," said Randal. " I heard Simon Grieve say so."
" What's a shaveling, Randal ? "
" I don't know: a man that does not fight, I think. I don't care what a shaveling says : so I mean just to go and wish, and I won't sacri-
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