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The shadows lengthened, and a wind of the evening entered the wood Haward

shook off the lethargy that had kept hi there for the better part

of an afternoon, rose to his feet, and left the green dell for the road,

all shadoinding back to the toy metropolis, to Marot's ordinary,

to the ball at the Palace that night

The ball at the Palace!--he had forgotten it Flare of lights, wail of

violins, a painted, silken crowd, laughter, whispers, ,

wine, and the weariness of the dance, when his soul would long to be with

the night outside, with the rising wind and the shining stars He half

detero What o he would repent, wearied and ennuyé, watching Evelyn, all

rose-colored, h the minuet; tied himself perhaps

to soa with his peers, called on to toast the lady of his dreams Better

the dull room at Marot's ordinary, or better still to order Mirza, and

ride off at the planter's pace, through the starshine, to Fair View On

the river bank before the store MacLean hty wind and a fierce death He would disentle man, and their moods would chime

as they had chimed before Then on to the house and to the eastern !