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and Further Narrates How Barnabas Tore a Wonderful Bottle-Green Coat Now in a while Barnabas came to where was a stile with a path

beyond--a narrow path that led up over a hill until it lost itself

in a wood that crowned the ascent; a here were shady dells

full of a quivering green twilight; where broad glades led away

beneath leafy arches, and where a strea in the shade of

osiers and s; a wood that Barnabas had known fro his hand upon the stile, he vaulted lightly over,

h road further on

This he did by purest chance, and all unthinking followed the winding

path

Now had Barnabas gone on by the road how different this history

ht have been, and how vastly different his career! But, as it

happened, moved by Chance, or Fate, or Destiny, or what you will,

Barnabas vaulted over the stile and strode on up the winding path,

whistling as he went, and, whistling, plunged into the green twilight

of the wood, and, whistling still, swung suddenly into a broad and

grassy glade splashed green and gold with sunlight, and then stopped

all at once and stood there silent, dumb, the very breath in check

between his lips

She lay upon her side--full length upon the sward, and her tuolden mane Beneath this silken

curtain he saw dark brows that frowned a little--a vivid mouth, and

lashes thick and dark like her eyebrows, that curled upon the pallor

of her cheek