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“Am I presentable for the supper at the Kickapoo Corral?” she asked, as she picked up her hat again.

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“That Victor Burleigh shall be satisfied,” she answered, roguishly.”Really, that’s right. Four girls offered to substitute for me in this penitential pilgrimage and write some long translations for me beside.”

“Four, individually or collectively?” he asked.

“Either way,” she answered.

“Why did n’t you let them do it?

“Which way?”

“Either way,” he replied.

“Would you rather have had the four either way, than me?” she questioned, with pretty vanity.

“Much rather.” His voice was stern.

“Why?” She was stung by the answer.

The glen was all a dreamy graygreen ruggedness of shelving rock with mossy crevices and ferny nooks. The sunlight filtering through the young leaves fell about them in a shadowflecked softness. There was a crooning song of some bird on its nest, the murmur of waters rippling down the stony shallows, 贵阳水艺天下换名字了 and a beautiful girl in a dainty pink dress with her fingers just touching her fluffy masses of hair.


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“Do you know why?

He leaned toward her ever so little. And Elinor Wream, forgetful of the Wream family rank, forgetful of her tacit consent to Uncle Joshua’s wishes, forgetful of Vincent Burgess and his heritage of culture, beautiful Elinor Wream, with her starry eyes, and cheeks of peachblossom pink, put out her hands to Victor Burleigh, who took them eagerly.

“Let me hold them a minute,” he said, softly.”There are sixty years to remember, but only one hour like this.”
Then, forgetful of the world and the demands of the world, keeping her hands in his, he bent and kissed her, as from the foundation of the world it was his right to do. And Love’s Young Dream, not bought with pain, as mother love is bought, nor wrought out with prayer and sacrificial service, as love for all humanity is 贵阳品茶群won, came again on this April day to the little, rocksheltered glen beside the bright waters of the Walnut, and briefly there rebuilt in rainbow hues the old, old paradise of joy for these two alone.

And into the new Eden came the new serpent also for to destroy. Before Elinor and Victor was the sunlit valley. Behind them was the cave’s mouth with its shadowy gloom deepening back to dense darkness. And creeping stealthily through that blackness, like a serpent warming its venom and writhing slowly toward the light, a human form was slowly, stealthily crawling outward, with head upreared and cruel eyes alert. The brutal face was void of pity, as if the conscience behind it had long been bound and gagged to human sympathy.