"At length I am my own master," murmured the knight, as his foot touched the strand. ’ The girl shook her head violently, setting the feathers on her hat bobbing. She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears. . Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river. And the infernal thought of that kiss returned—the softness of her lips and the cool smoothness of her cheeks.
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