She lay and nibbled at a sprig of dwarf rhododendron. " "I guess what share you've had in this," whispered Austin to Mrs. “I wonder what he takes me for?” When presently she got down from the stile a certain note of internal conflict, a touch of doubt, had gone from her warm-tinted face. As he looked up at the massive tower, the clock tolled forth the hour of midnight. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua.
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