Hôm trước ngày lễ thánh Agnes (12) The Eve of St Agnes (12)

The Eve of St Agnes (12)

“Get hence! get hence! there’s dwarfish Hildebrand;
He had a fever late, and in the fit
He cursed thee and thine, both house and land:
Then there’s that old Lord Maurice, not a whit
More tame for his gray hairs--Alas me! flit!
Flit like a ghost away.“--”Ah, Gossip dear,
We’re safe enough; here in this arm-chair sit,
And tell me how”--”Good Saints! not here, not here;
Follow me, child, or else these stones will be thy bier.”