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As he spoke, he handed into the coach the lady in flowered damask, who had

held up her head, but said no word, and the lady in rose-colored brocade,

who, through the length of the ballroom and the hall and the broad walk

where people passed and repassed, had kept her hand in Audrey's, and had

talked, easily and with sentlemen He shut to

the coach door, and drew back, with a lohen Haward's deeply

flushed, handsolass

"Art away to Westover, Evelyn?" he asked "Then 't is 'Good-by,

sweetheart!' for I shall not go to Westover again But you have a fair

road to travel,--there are violets by the wayside; for it is May Day, you

know, and the woods are white with dogwood and purple with the Judas-tree

The violets are for you; but the great white blossohs of

rosy mist, and all the trees that wave in the wind are for Audrey" His

eyes passed the woman whom he would have wed, and rested upon her

companion in the coach "Thou fair dryad!" he said "Two days hence ill keep tryst beneath the beech-tree in the woods beyond the glebe