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"Pure and unspotted," she answered simply Then with an adorable and feminine anticlimax: "Dear, does your shoulder pain you now? I' on you like this!"

"You're not hurting me a bit On the contrary, your touch, your presence, are life to me!"

"Quite sure you're comfy, boy?"

"Positive"

"And happy?"

"To the lilad Because I am, too I'm awfully sleepy, Allan Do you mind if I take just a little, tiny nap?"

For all answer he patted her, and smoothed her hair, her cheek, her full, warm throat

Presently by her slow, gentle breathing he knew she was asleep

For a long tiainst the oak, softly swathed in his bear-skin, on the odorous bed of fir, holding her in his arht wore on, cal, long thoughts--thoughts "that do often lie too deep for tears"