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Gathering up sticks, dead needles of cedar and last year's leaves, he

hted up the near-by

slopes of the hills and roared jovially in the broad wind

It was a pocket in the heart of high hills into which they had fled

The bold, sure line of a Roh the cowed hovels of the town as an arrow drives through a

flock of pigeons On either side were the di into shadoere the darker

outlines of the surrounding circle of hills, rived by intervals of

black night where wadies entered Fro, printed with a few faint stars, but all

silvered with the flood-light of a moon cold and pure as the frost

itself It was unsy broken hearts to assume banishment from the comfort and

coan to separate those belongings

which were to be laid upon the fire from those which were too

necessary to be burned The wo to assist,

arned away froreat

arer drew herself up suddenly with a wrath that she

hardly controlled but cairl finally