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"But that is the balladist's notion The truth is that you were a lady at

the Court of Clovis, and I was a heathen captive I heard you sing a

Christian hyed to

look as if he did not mean it

But she did not see

from her face, "Oh, that was the way you remembered!" she said

"Perhaps it was not that way alone You won't despise ht?" he asked "I haven't had the chance for so long"

The night air wrapped them warmly, and the bale around thearden The creek tinkled over the pebbles at their feet, and a drowsy

bird, half-wakened by the irl looked out at the flashing water through downcast lashes "Is it

because it is so transient that beauty is pathetic?" she said; "because we

can never coirl

If you are born so, it is never entirely teased out of you, is it?

Besides, to-night is all a dream It isn't real, you know You couldn't be

entle as a caress, and it er-

tips "How do you know?" he asked in a low voice

"I just know Do you think I'm very 'bold and forward'?" she said,

drea I wanted to be senti days of toil'--only that doesn't quite apply--'and nights