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When she had h the brush and scrub cottonwood-trees

that lined the opposite bank, she found herself upon the border of a

field where the white, bursting cotton, with the dew upon it, gleamed

for acres and acres like frosted silver in the early dawn

La Folle drew a long, deep breath as she gazed across the country She

walked slowly and uncertainly, like one who hardly kno, looking

about her as she went

The cabins, that yesterday had sent a clamor of voices to pursue her,

were quiet now No one was yet astir at Bellissies were awake, and singing their matins

When La Folle came to the broad stretch of velvety lawn that surrounded

the house, she y turf, that

was delicious beneath her tread

She stopped to find whence ca her

senses withup to her froreen, luxuriant beds There they were, showering down

fronolias far above her head, and from