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"I feared you lost!" says I, like any fool

"Would it ry with me and no reason?"

"Howbeit, supper is ready!"

"I ao eat!"

"Not alone!" says I; and then very humbly, "Prithee, cory!"

"And indeed, Martin," says she, rising and giving ry after all" So back ent together and, reaching the fire, found the accursed bird burned black as any coal, whereupon I stood hed until she needsher thus hed also Hereupon she falls on her knees, and taking the thing froreat leaf for dish, and turns it this way and that

"Good lack, Martin!" says she, "'Tis burned as black e'en as I wished! This cometh of your usurpation of my duties, sir! And yether knife she scrapes and trih re by the shty aht her kinder than ordinary and our friendship only the stronger, which did cohtily

But our supper done we spake little, for night was colitter of stars, by whose unearthly light all things took on strange shapes, and our solitude seemed but the emmed by a myriad stars, a countless host whose distant splendour throbbed upon the night; round about us a gloom of woods and thickets that hemmed us in like a dark and soht with spicy odours; and over all a deep and brooding quietude But little by little upon this silence crept sounds near and far, leafy rustlings, a stirring in the undergrowth, the whimper of sothus upon this measureless immensity, felt e of the futility of my life hitherto And now (as often she had done, ere this) ht I had no words for

"Martin," says she, softly, "what pitiful things are we, lost thus in God's infinity"