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It was now late afternoon, the sun's rays coly into the

forest, and the warallop down the road that was scarce rateful; the sharp striking of protruding twigs, the

violent brushing aside of hanging vines, not unwelco in his ust at his late infelicity of speech, and at the blindness which had

prompted it That he had not divined, that he had been so dull as to

assume that as he felt, or did not feel, so must she, annoyed hi into face and eyes It was of him,

too, that the annoyance was purely with himself; for her, when at last he

came to think of her, he found only the old, placid affection, as far

removed from love as from hate If he knew himself, it would always be as

far removed from love as froone, a welcorown to be her friend, watching the

crescent beauty of face andof the pride and

tenderness which aand favorite sister; and

then, at last, when soinia

to take lot and part there, he had thought of ly, froinia plantation that he had not seen for more than ten

years It was his birthplace, and there he had spent his boyhood