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Headlong went I, staying for nought and heedless of all direction, but presently, being weary and short of breath, I halted and leaning against a tree stood thus very full of bitter thought The storm was quite passed, but a chill as abroad that moaned dismally, while all aboutnoises And hearkening to all this, what should I be thinking but of the sweet, soft tones of a woman's voice that had stirred within me memories of better days, a voice that had set s For, though shas, I was a h it do sees, and all this by no greater reason than the sound of a woman's voice in the dark and the touch of her warm lips on my hand--and she a Brandon! And now as the bitter er swept lish and Spanish, foul invectives picked up fro a new shaainst the tree, shivering like the er At last, becorasped a weapon in either hand, I thrustit by touch since it was yet too dark for eyes to serve me And by its feel I knew it for no honest knife; here was a thing wrought by foreign hands, a haft cunningly shaped and wrought, a blade curiously slender and long and three-edged, a very deadly thing I judged by the feel Now since it had no sheath (and it so sharp) I twisted my neckerchief about it fro it into the leathern wallet atsoht be sheltered froht reat distance, a strange, er words; and the voice was loud, yet tuneful and mellow, and the words (the which I came to know all too well) were these: "Cheerly O and cheerly O, Right cheerly I'll sing O, Whiles at theO With a ru O!