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When Archer walked down the sandy ustine to the house which had been pointed out to hinolia with the sun in her hair, he wondered why he had waited so long to come

Here was the truth, here was reality, here was the life that belonged to him; and he, who fancied himself so scornful of arbitrary restraints, had been afraid to break away fro a holiday!

Her first excla happened?" and it occurred to him that it would have been more "feminine" if she had instantly read in his eyes why he had come But when he answered: "Yes--I found I had to see you," her happy blushes took the chill froiven, and how soon even Mr Letterblair's mild disapproval would be smiled away by a tolerant family

Early as it was, the s, and Archer longed to be alone with May, and to pour out all his tenderness and his impatience It still lacked an hour to the late Welland breakfast-ti him to coe-garden beyond the town She had just been for a row on the river, and the sun that netted the little waves with gold seeht her in its littered like silver wire; and her eyes too looked lighter, almost pale in their youthful liait her face wore the vacant serenity of a young marble athlete

To Archer's strained nerves the vision was as soothing as the sight of the blue sky and the lazy river They sat down on a bench under the orange-trees and he put his ar at a cold spring with the sun on it; but his pressure may have been more vehement than he had intended, for the blood rose to her face and she drew back as if he had startled her

"What is it?" he asked, s; and she looked at hiht embarrassment fell on them, and her hand slipped out of his It was the only tiitive embrace in the Beaufort conservatory, and he saw that she was disturbed, and shaken out of her cool boyish composure