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steps,--though in fashion not at all stately,--and strode after

co

to say, abashed by her very dignity But, after they had gone thus

solance at her averted face, Barnabas

espied the dimple beside her mouth

"Cleone," said he suddenly, "what has love to do with you?"

Now, for a moment, she looked up at him, then her lashes drooped,

and she turned away

"Oh, sir," she answered, "lift up your eyes and look upon the moon!"

"Cleone, has love--come to you--at last? Tell ain averted, and--with never a

word "Speak!" said Barnabas, and caught her hand (unresisting now),

and held it to his lips "Oh, Cleone,--answer h her voice was tremulous and low

"Ah, sir," said she, "listen to the brook!"

Now it so chanced they had drawn very near this talkative streas, now in throaty

chucklings, and whose ripples were bright with the reflected glory

of the moon Just where they stood, a path led down to these

shi waters,--a narrow and very steep path screened by bending

s; and, moved by Fate, or Chance, or Destiny, Barnabas

descended this path, and turning, reached up his hands to Cleone