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And of a Fateful Lace Handkerchief Let it be understood that Barnabas was not looking at her as she lay

all war in his eaze fixed pertinaciously upon the leafy path he followed,

nevertheless he was possessed,

that her eyes had opened and atching him, therefore, after a

while be it noted, needs lance at her

beauty, only to behold the shadowy lashes curling upon her cheeks,

as was but natural, of course And now he began to discover that

these were, indeed, no ordinary lashes (though to be sure his

experience in such had been passing sazed

upon theether and

in all respects, the ain, there was her mouth--warmly red, full-lipped and

sensitive like the delicate nostrils above; a row firht be, a mouth of scarlet bewitchht be--here our Barnabas ca into a tree, and thenceforth he kept his gaze upon the

path again So, strong arht of the wood until he reached the brook And co s , went down to the brook and drawing off his

neckerchief began to moisten it in the clear, cool water

And lo! in the sa lashes were lifted suddenly,

and beneath their shadoo eyes looked out--deep and soft and

darkly blue, the eyes of a enuous, now shyly

troubled, but brimful of witchery ever and always And pray what