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He dared scarcely think of the woman He was afraid Only all

the time he are of her presence not far off, he lived in

her But he dared not know her, even acquaint hi of her

One day he irl It was a child with a face like a bud of apple-blosso out in

straight, wild, flamy pieces, and very dark eyes The child

clung jealously to herwith resentful black eyes But the ain, almost vacantly And the very vacancy of her look

inflarey-brown eyes with very dark,

fatho under his

skin, as if all his veins had caught fire on the surface And he

went on walking without knowledge

It was co to

its transformation He made no move: it would come, ould

come

When his sister Effie came to the Marsh for a week, he went

with her for once to church In the tiny place, with its er There was a

fineness about her, a poignancy about the way she sat and held