The Story of Louis Riel: the Rebel Chief by J. E. (Joseph Edmund) Collins
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The dusky lover spake few words; but he indolently left the path and gathered some sprays of wild flowers, and offered them to the girl. His eyes had the same, wistful look, and his brown fingers trembled as he offered the bouquet. Receiving them, and pinning them under her throat, she said in a low tone, while her voice trembled a little, "When these fade, I shall press the petals in my book, and keep them always." "Do you consider the flowers I gave you worth preserving?" he asked, his low voice likewise trembling. "I do." "I would give more than that," he said, tenderly, "to your keeping." "Why," she enquired, with an unsuccessful attempt at displaying wonder, "what is it that you would give to my keeping?" "My heart," the young man answered, his indolent eyes lighting up in the gloaming. She said nothing, but hung her head. The swarthy lover saw that she took no offence at his declaration. Indeed he gathered from the quivering of her red, moist lips, and from the tenderness in her eye, that the avowal had more than pleased her. She |
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