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"Give me the turtle-shell!"

"No, Martin, be wise and let us--"

"Will you gainsay me--d'ye defy me?"

"O Martin, no, but you are so weak--"

"Weak! A the turtle-shell and spilling the result of her labours So with her crushed tothus helpless, ain and I, inthe sweet soul therewith, as: "England is far away,lovers, to sigh and bow and languish for you Here is Solitude, lady Desolation hath you fast and is not like to let you go--here mayhap shall you live--and die! An ill place this and, like nature, strong and cruel An ill place and an ill rogue for coue forsooth you find land is far away--but God--is farther--"

Thus I babbled, scowling down on her, as I bore her on until asps, until the sweat poured fro to rise found Iwildly up saere co herself fro arms, bent down to push the th in tender arms, and to lower my heavy head to her knee

"Foolish child!" she land is very far I know, but this I know also, Martin, God is all about us, and here in our loneliness within these great solitudes doth walk beside us"

"Yet you weep!" says I

"Aye, I did, Martin"

"Because--of the--loneliness?"

"No, Martin"

"Your--lost friends?"

"No, Martin"

"Then--wherefore?"

"O trouble not for thing so small, a woman's tears come easily, they say"

"Not yours, Joan Yet you wept--"

"Your wound bleeds afresh, lie you there and stir not till I bring water to bathe it" And away she hastes and I, burning in a fever of doubt and questioning,the turtle-shell to fill it at the little rill that bubbled in that rocky cleft as I have described before While this was a-doing I stared up at the pi me of Black Bartlemy and the poor Spanish lady and of reat shah as his This put ht not lie still and strove to rise up, yet got no further than my knees; and 'twas thus she found hness she soothed aveot tono word, since inmyself this question, viz, "Why must she weep?"