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Clarice, with another courtesy and a murmur of thanks, took her seat in the recess of the window, where her mother was already sitting. For these two were mother and daughter; a middle-aged, comfortable-looking mother, with a mixture of firmness and good-nature in her face; and a daughter of some sixteen years, rather pale and slender, but active and intelligent in her appearance. Clarice's dark hair was smoothly brushed and turned up in a curl all round her head, being cut sufficiently short for that purpose. Her dress was long and loose, made in what we call the Princess style, with a long train, which. | A Forgotten Hero by Emily Sarah Holt 1 CHAPTER ONE. CHAPTER TWO. CHAPTER THREE. CHAPTER FOUR. CHAPTER FIVE. CHAPTER SIX. CHAPTER SEVEN. CHAPTER EIGHT. CHAPTER NINE. CHAPTER TEN. CHAPTER ELEVEN. CHAPTER TWELVE. A Forgotten Hero by Emily Sarah Holt The Project Gutenberg EBook of A Forgotten Hero by Emily Sarah Holt This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at Title A Forgotten Hero Not for Him Author Emily Sarah Holt Illustrator M. Petherick Release Date October 20 2007 EBook 23119 Language English A Forgotten Hero by Emily Sarah Holt Character set encoding ASCII 2 START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A FORGOTTEN HERO Produced by Nick Hodson of London England A Forgotten Hero or Not for Him by Emily Sarah Holt. CHAPTER ONE. 3 CHAPTER ONE. CASTLES IN THE AIR. O pale pale face so sweet and meek Oriana Tennyson. Is the linen all put away Clarice Ay Dame. And the rosemary not forgotten I have laid it in the linen Dame. And thy day s task of spinning is done All done Dame. Good. Then fetch thy sewing and come hither and I will tell thee somewhat touching the lady whom thou art to serve. I humbly thank your Honour. And dropping a low courtesy the girl left the room and returned in a minute with her work. Thou mayest sit down Clarice. Clarice with another courtesy and a murmur of thanks took her seat in the recess of the window where her mother was already sitting. For these two were mother and daughter a middle-aged comfortable-looking mother with a mixture of firmness and good-nature in her face and a daughter of some sixteen years rather pale and slender but active and intelligent in her appearance. Clarice s dark hair was smoothly brushed and turned up in a curl all round her head being cut sufficiently short for that purpose. Her dress was long and loose made in what we