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A Mountain Woman by Elia W. (Elia Wilkinson) Peattie
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lines I repeated: --


"What heartache -- ne'er a hill!
Inexorable, vapid, vague, and chill
The drear sand levels drain my spirit low.
With one poor word they tell me all they know;
Whereat their stupid tongues, to tease my pain,
Do drawl it o'er and o'er again.
They hurt my heart with griefs I cannot name;
Always the same -- the same."


But I got no further. I felt myself moved
with a sort of passion which did not seem to
come from within, but to be communicated
to me from her. A certain unfamiliar hap-
piness pricked through with pain thrilled
me, and I heard her whispering, --

"Do not go on, do not go on! I cannot
stand it to-night!"

"Hush," I whispered back; "come out
for a moment!" We stole into the dusk
without, and stood there trembling. I
swayed with her emotion. There was a
long silence. Then she said: "Father may
be walking alone now by the black cataract.
That is where he goes when he is sad. I
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