Page 33 (1/1)

Florence, after Dora has left her, sits motionless at herShe has thrown open the case back froht-dews fall like a benison upon her burning brow

She is wrapped in rets almost too heavy for her to support She is harassed and perplexed on all sides, and her heart is sore for the loss of the love she once had dee like a halo round her lovely head, her hair falls in a luxuriant shower about her shoulders; her plaintive face is raised fro hope and coht is still, al since ceased their song; the wind hardly stirs the foliage of the stately trees The perfuarden floats past her and les with her scented tresses No sound coht, all is calrave

Yet, hark, what is this? A footstep on the gravel path below arouses her attention For the first tilances in the direction of the sound

Bareheaded, and walking with his hands clasped behind hiht, Sir Adrian comes slowly over the sward until he stands beneath herHere he pauses, as though alht him to a standstill where he wouldits brilliance on all around, perhtful, and--yes, as she gazes even closer, she can see that it is full of pain and vain longing

What is rendering hiht of all others, when the wo coiven him proofs of her preference for him above all men?

Suddenly lifting his head, Sir Adrian becomes conscious of the face in theabove, and a thrill rushes through hinizes the form of the woman he loves

The scene is so calm, so hallowed, so full of romance, that both their hearts beat madly for awhile They are alone; any one still aithin the house is far distant

Never has she appeared so spiritual, so true and tender; so full of sweetness that is alone frons; she looks so far re there in the purity of her white robes, that, at first, he hesitates to address her To his excited i on its way to the realms above