Chapter 34 HARRY GOES TO THE BALTIC.

Is this my lord of Leicester's love,

That he so oft have swore to me?

To leave me in this lonely grove?

Immured in shameful privity?

Unknown.

Bluebell, a lonely little recluse at the cottage, seemed to have passed a lifetime there, so long were the uneventful days. She was not exactly unhappy, being too young and healthy to be a prey