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But now behold of a sudden she cried out, soft and pitiful, for blood was upon hiolden hair And still as one a-drea clasp, felt her ar him to earth

"Thou'rt hurt!" she cried "O, thou'rt wounded! And I never guessed!"

"'Tis but my arm--in sooth--and--"

But she hushed hi him to the brook, laid him thereby to lave his hurt within the cool, sater; and, waking with the shed and turned to look up at her Now did she,back so tenderly above hilory of her lustrous hair to fall about the glowing beauty of her face, touching his brow like a caress

Then, at last,hi loveliness ide, glad eyes

"Helen!" he sighed, "O--Helen!" And, so sighing, fell back, and lay there pale and ithin the dawn, but with a smile upon his pallid lips