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She nodded her head, in proest ht to be more than that"

Suspicion at once cast a cloud across the violet serenity of her eyes

"What does ye mean?" she demanded

"I mean"--the painter paused a moment, and then said bluntly--"I mean

that I want to take hi to her feet with her chin defiantly high and her brown

hands clenched into tight little fists Her bosoh tears of anger Her face was pale

"Ye hain't!" she cried, in a paroxysoin' ter do no sich--no sich of a dairlish body, drawn into rigid uprightness, was a-quiver

with the incarnate spirit of the wo her home and

institutions For a moment after that, she could not speak, but her

deterh he had

posed her as the Spirit of the Cumberlands

He waited until she should be cal her e It was like one of the sudden

and nificent tempests that often swept these hills, a brief visit of

the furies One must seek shelter and wait It would end as suddenly as