Swallow: a tale of the great trek by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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girl," she answered, turning away with a smile on her lips and tears in
her eyes, for his words had pleased her mind and touched her heart. He looked at her, and she seemed so sweet and beautiful as she stood thus, smiling and weeping together as the sun shines through summer rain, that, so he told me afterwards, something stirred in his breast, something soft and strong and new, which caused him to feel as though of a sudden he had left his boyhood behind him and become a man, aye, and as though this fresh-faced manhood sought but one thing more from Heaven to make it perfect, the living love of the fair maiden who until this hour had been his sister in heart though not in blood. "Suzanne," he said in a changed voice, "the horses are tired; let them rest, and let us sit upon this stone and talk a little, for though we have never visited it for many years the place is lucky for you and me since it was here that our lives first came together." Now although Suzanne knew that the horses were not tired she did not think it needful to say him nay. CHAPTER V A LOVE SCENE AND A QUARREL Presently they were seated side by side upon a stone, Suzanne looking straight before her, for nature warned her that this talk of theirs was not to be as other talks, and Ralph looking at Suzanne. |
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