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There lies your work. I warn you,” pointing forward. Mrs. Duflield was silent and pale so long as to alarm her companion. “ Do you know that young man, Colonel Per
vis ?” she asked at last. “No. But we can easily hail the Doctor again,” with uneasy solicitude, for she was a woman whom every man was anxious to serve. “ No.”
“ He reminded you of some one?”
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She bowed, her face turned from him. “ A friend, perhaps P” “ A friend who is dead.”
Colonel Pervis was silent.
As they
turned toward the Galbraith homestead, she looked hurriedly back, and in the rapidly widening distance she saw the two adventurers going down into the valley of the west, whose rising mists enveloped them, making them dim and shadowy to her sight as the image of the dead boy who would come no more,
nor send her tidings.
anxiously.
DAY-DREAMING. How Than Here, Hour
better am I a butterfly? as the noiseless hours go by, by hour,
I cling to my fancy’s half-blown flower: Over its sweetness I brood and brood,
And I scarcely stir, though sounds intrude That would trouble and fret another mood Less divine Than mine!
Who cares for the bees? I will take my ease,
Dream and dream as long as I please; Hour by hour, With love-wings fanning my sweet, sweet flower! Gather your honey, and hoard your gold,
Through spring and summer, and hive through cold! I will cling to my flower till it is mould, Breathe one sigh And die!
