Page 237 (1/2)

"Yes," said she at last, nodding at her ireen sets off your gipsy complexion

admirably, my dear--I could positively kiss you--I vow I could,

and I a you alone

in the desert, would, at least, have run away from you, and that

would have been solance at you with his slow, grave smile, and tell

you, in his sole

--heigho!"

Here (so that I was

playing eavesdropper, Iup the

pail, returned to the cottage I now filled the kettle and set

it upon the fire, and proceeded to spread the cloth (a luxurious

institution of Charmian's, on which she insisted) and to lay out

the breakfast things In the

to fall into a reverie, I becas till

roused by a step behind lory of the sun about her--like the Spirit of

Su