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But lo! in that

feet, to kneel beside hiers to do for him that which he could not do for

himself But when it was done and he was free, she still knelt there

with head bent, and her face hidden beneath the frill of her mob-cap

"Thank you!" he said, very humbly, "I fear I am very aard, but - down at her shapely, drooping figure, Barnabas began to

treers clenched themselves upon his

chair-arreat mob-cap was shaken off, yet the face of this maid was

still hid fros, fell down, over bowed neck and white shoulders, rippling

to the floor--a golden glory And now, beholding the shining

splendor of this hair, his breath caught, and as one entranced, he

gazed down at her, fearing to move

"Cleone!" he breathed, at last

So Cleone raised her head and looked at hi a little, with eyes shy yet unashamed,

the eyes of a maid

"Oh, Barnabas," she murmured, "I am here--on my knees You wanted

me--on my knees, didn't you, Barnabas? So I am here to ask you--"