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He would lose her utterly, and would stand quitetierated leaf croould fall about his neck, and he would be overwhelure he presented Then for a tiht under the trees danced and

quivered after her, srave

The little inds of the gulches seized the leaves and danced with

her too, the birches and aspens tossed their hands, and rising ever

higher and wilder and hter

After a ti for

some new prank, but he waited in vain He instituted a search, but the

search was fruitless He called, but received no reply At last he ain to the dell in which they had lunched, and there he found

her, flat on her back, looking at the little suh

wide-open eyes

Her ed Indeed that seehtness was not so htness

of thistle dohich is ever airy, the sport of every wind, but

rather that of the rose vine,in every breeze, yet

at the saarden earth She cared

now to be silent In a little while Bennington saw that she had fallen

asleep For the first time he looked upon her face in absolute repose

Feature by feature, line by line, he went over it, and into his heart

crept that peculiar yearning which seems, on analysis, half pity for

what has past and half fear for what may come It is bestowed on little

children, and on those whose natures, in spite of their years, are

essentially childlike For this girl's face was so pathetically young