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"Even in our short journey," said Clele, how it swept through the high solitudes of ice where

no trees grohere silence lives; how it dropped down into green

valleys and the noise of strealilare in the st vines, through lighted cities, down to Venice

and the sea If one could travel it, never retracing a step, pitching a

tent by the roadside when one willed! That were freedom!" She stopped

with a remarkable abruptness She turned her eyes out of thefor

a little Then again she asked,-"How long till ?"

"But one more hour"

She came back into the rooave me some hint at Innspruck of an adventurous ride from Ohlau,"

and she drew her breath sharply at the word, as though the name with all

its associations struck her a blow, "into Strasbourg Tell me its

history So will this hour pass"

He told her as he walked about the roo, nor hers in the hearing, until he came to relate the story of

his escape froart He described how

he hid in the garden, how he crossed the rich level of lawn to the