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They talked about it, sipping their coffee on the ruined portico

Mam'selle Pauline was terribly excited; the flush that throbbed into her

pale, nervous face showed it; and she locked her thin fingers in and out

incessantly

"But what shall we do with La Petite, Sesoeur? Where shall we put her?

How shall we aneur!"

"She will sleep upon a cot in the rooie, "and live as we do She knoe live, and e live; her

father has told her She knoe have money and could squander it if we

chose Do not fret, Pauline; let us hope La Petite is a true Valie rose with stately deliberation and went to saddle

her horse, for she had yet to h the

fields; and Marasses toward the cabin

The coent

atmosphere of an outside and di their dreaie, with dark eyes that reflected joy as a still pool reflects the

light of stars; and her rounded cheek was tinged like the pink crepe

myrtle Maie looked

into her eyes with a searching gaze, which see present

And theylife