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It ain the ripple of the

water, the flapping sail She could see the glint of theof the hot south wind A

subtle current of desire passed through her body, weakening her hold

upon the brushes andher eyes burn

There were days when she was very happy without knohy She was

happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seeht, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some

perfect Southern day She liked then to wander alone into strange and

unfamiliar places She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned

to dreaood to dream and to be alone and

unmolested

There were days when she was unhappy, she did not knohy,--when it did

not seelad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life

appeared to her like a grotesque pande blindly toward inevitable annihilation She could not work on

such a day, nor weave fancies to stir her pulses and warm her blood