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columns, he looked at her, and suddenly asked himself: "Just what does she mean to you?"

If he had never asked himself that question before, he kne that

it ood and seely

a sufficient definition Now, he was not so sure that it could rehts went back to a cabin in the hills and a girl in

calico He heard a voice like the voice of a song-bird saying through

tears: "I couldn't live without ye, Samson I jest couldn't do hit!"

For a moment, he was sick of his life It seemed that there stood

before hiirl, her

eyes sad, but loyal and without reproof For an instant, he could see a

scene of centuries ago A barbarian and captive girl stood in the

arena, looking up with ignorant, but unflinching, eyes; and adown The benches were draped with

es; the air was heavy with

incense--and blood About him sat men and women of Rome's culture,

freshly perfuure in the dust of the

circus alone was a creature without artifice And, as she looked up,

she recognized the man in the box, the man who had once been a

barbarian, too, and she turned her eyes to the iron gates of the cages

whence came the roar of the beasts, and waited the ordeal And the face

was the face of Sally