Till all these things be done, my dear,
Till all these things be done.”
She looked up, startled, and there she was - Bess, the landlord’s daughter, plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
~THE END~
With thanks to Julie Bozza, for helping me to figure out the formatting, and of course to Alfred Noyes CBE (1880-1958), whose poem inspired this story.
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You can find more books by Eleanor Musgrove through her website at eamusgrove.wordpress.com.