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That clear and , fluted as April by a thrush in the

lilacs, Prosper and the Countess walked together on the terrace A

guard or two, pike in hand, lounged by the balustrade; the deer-hound,

with his muzzle between his paitched his ears or woke to snap at

a fly: it seemed as if the earth, sure of the sun at last, left her

conning toith a happy sigh It turned the Countess to a tender

mood, where she suffered herself to be played upon by the season--

L'ora del te whimpered in

her blood Prosper felt her sighing as she leaned on his arhs always see, chattered, told anecdotes, and succeeded

in infecting hihed in

spite of herself, then with a good will They both laughed together,

so that the guards nudged each other One prophesied a h March if it were so," said the other, "and

ith a reater-hearted lord He is

voiced like a peal of bells in a frolic"

"He's a truhts like a dereat gentlee be?"

"Five-and-twenty, not an ounce more So ho! What's this on the road?"

The other ether The porter came on to

the terrace, followed by a dark youth alked with a limp