Excerpt from The Festival of Mora, Vol. 3: An Historical Romance Yes, it was my father, my own fa ther, she would shriek out, and then humbling 2herself to 'her persecutors, on her knees, with hands uplifted, and streaming eyes, would she supplicate for succour. To my father's dungeon onlyvbear me tomy.father's dungeon: suf fer metocreep into the darkened corner; suffer me to share this straw and his chains, and I will bless younclemency. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.