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He stae and shame; not true sharass, for that which could be read in ht, for the open scorn upon one face Then, during the minute or more in which we faced each other in silence, he exerted to some effect that will of which he had boasted The scarlet faded from his face, his frame steadied, and he forced a smile Also he called to his aid a certain soldierly, honest-see frankness of speech and inian sunshine dazzleth the eyes, sir," he said "Of a verity it ive me my mistake"

I bowed "Your lordship will find e at the er will findthere noithand is weary We give you good-day, avebefore us, we passed through it, and crossed the parade by the west bulwark At the further end was a bit of rising ground This wethe other side into the lane leading to the minister's house, we turned as by one impulse and looked back Life is like one of those endless Italian corridors, painted, picture after picture, by ahis eyes from one scene but to rest them upon another Some remain a blur in his mind; some he remembers not; for soain, line for line, tint for tint, the whole spirit of the piece I close ht, the blue of the skies, the sheen of the river The sails are white again upon boats long lost; the Santa Teresa, sunk in a fight with an Algerine rover two years afterward, rides at anchor there forever in the Ja, herI see the plain at our feet and the crowd beyond, all staring with upturned faces; and standing out fronitaries a man in black and scarlet, one hand busy at his mouth, the other clenched upon the newly restored and unsheathed sword And I see, standing on the green hillock, hand in hand, us two, myself and the woman so near to me, and yet so far away that a common enemy seemed our only tie