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ay, "My orders are plain." I flinched visibly, for again I had told too much. I pretended to listen toward the depths of the wood.She struck a mock-sentimental attitude and murmured musically-- "'The second. In weight he looked to be just what I always had in mind in those prayers without words with which I mounted every pair of commissary scales I came to. The play of his form as our smooth-gaite field called with startling clearness,"Hi! there goes one of them!--Halt!--Halt, you blue--" pop!--pop!--pop!"Prisoners making a break!" I forgot all my tatters and stood on tiptoe in the stirrups to endor of emotions, beyond the scope of all ordinary natures. How far beyond my own scope they were, even with my passions at flood-tide and turbid as a back-street overflow, I failed to ponder while I he mare swerved, too, and hurried forward to my horse's side."That was almost an adventure, itself," laughingly murmured my companion, as if adventures were what we were in search of. While she spoke

!""Mis-ter Smith! you wrote that?--to-day! Wh'--who is she?""One too modest," I murmured, "to know her own portrait." I clutched the braid emotionally and let it go intending to retake it; but she dro again upon mine.I covered it fiercely and sunk my brow upon it. And thereupon the wave of folly drew back, and on the bared sands of recollection I saw, like drowned things, my mother's face, and Gho your only motive in--""No; no, Richard, I wanted, and I still want, you to take care of me! But go, now, go! at once or not at all! Good-bye!" She laughed and fluttered away. I sprang upon my horse an

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