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The Trumpeter Swan by Temple Bailey
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"He is and he isn't----"

"You might make yourself a little clearer, Randolph," said the Judge.

"He is happy because France in summer is a pleasant sort of
Paradise--with the cabbages stuck up on the brown hillsides like
rosettes--and the minnows flashing in the little brooks and the old
mills turning--and he isn't happy--because he is homesick."

Randy raised himself on his elbow and smiled at his listening
audience--and as he smiled he was aware of a change in Mary Flippin. The
brooding look was gone. She was leaning forward, lips parted--"Then you
think that he is--homesick?"

"I don't _think_. I know. Why, over there, my bones actually ached for
Virginia."

The Judge raised his coffee cup. "Virginia, God bless her," he murmured,
and drank it down!

The Flippins moved on presently--the slender mulatto trailing after
them.

"If the Flippins don't send that Daisy back to Washington," Mrs. Paine
remarked, "she'll spoil all the negroes on the place."

Mrs. Beaufort agreed, "I don't know what we are coming to. Did you see
her high heels and tight skirt?"

"Once upon a time," the Judge declaimed, "black wenches like that wore
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