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"Of course," she said syh with a little nervousness "Be just a wee bit careful with the flashlight--about turning it toward the , I mean--and read in your nice low voice I always like poetry best when it's almost whispered I think it sounds more musical that way, I mean"

Newland obeyed His voice was hushed and profoundly appreciative of the music in itself and in his poem, as he read:

"I--And Love!

Lush white lilies line the pool

Like laces lilasses!

I tread the lilies underfoot,

Careless how they love me!

Still white maidens woo me,

Win me not!

But thou!

Thou art a cornflower

Sapphire-eyed!

I bend!