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He heard the carriage wheels as they rolled from the door, and the sound seemed grinding his life to atoms, for by that token he knew that Edith was gone that to him there was nothing left save the little mound at his feet and the memory of his broken lily who slept beneath it. How he wanted her now wanted his childish Nina his fair girl-wife, to comfort him.
As he stood at the corner where the lane runs into Lombard Street, he came for a while to think almost more of Lily than of his rejected bill. Then, as he thought of both his misfortunes together, he asked himself whether a pistol would not conveniently put an end to them together. At that moment a loud, harsh voice greeted his ear. "Hallo, Crosbie, what brings you so far east?
His spurs were upon his heels his sword was by his side, and his triangular shield was suspended round his neck, bearing, painted upon it, a number of fleures-de-lis semees, as it is called, upon the field, being the origin of those lily flowers which after times reduced to three only; and which were the terror of Europe, until they suffered so many reverses in our own time.
Not half a mile away stood the forest, black and vast, the trail leading straight into it. Then, a little farther down toward the right he saw something that made his heart leap exultantly. Rising straight up, a lavender and silver lily against the pallid saffron of the east, soared a slender smoke.
'Jane's tongue is a pest, said Claude; 'but she was not the first to speak evil falsely of one to whom you owe everything. Oh! Lily, I cannot tell you how that allusion of yours sounded. 'What allusion? asked Lily in alarm, for she had never seen her gentle brother so angry. 'You know, said he. 'Indeed, I do not, exclaimed Lily, munch frightened.
'Aunt Lily forgives me, said Dolores, wistfully. 'And your father will, I'm sure, said Mysie, 'though he is yet a great way off. And as to Uncle Regie, I do wish something would happen that you could tell the truth about. If you had only broken the palm-tree instead of me, and I didn't do right even about that!
And on the right hand were two flowers like a lily, and the one would have benome the other's whiteness, but a good man departed them that the one touched not the other; and then out of every flower came out many flowers, and fruit great plenty.
The year died and was buried. The New Year dawned, and still the evil weather continued. In early January Maurice came down one morning to find by his plate a letter written in a hand of old age, straggling and complicated. It proved to be from Mrs. Whitehead, Lily's old nurse; and it contained that summons of which Lily had spoken long ago in her letter to her husband.
But when we saw that beautiful, delicate-looking creature stepping down the boards between the two rows of shearers, most of them stripped to their jerseys and working like steam-engines, looking curiously and pitifully at the tired men and the patient sheep, with her great, soft, dark eyes and fair white face like a lily, we began to think we'd heard of angels from heaven, but never seen one before.
Lilian leaned back her head on her mother's bosom, and answered faintly, "The stain! Some one said there was a stain on this hand. I do not see it, do you?" "There is no stain, never was," said I; "the hand is white as your own innocence, or the lily from which you take your name." "Hush! you do not know my name. I will whisper it. Soft! my name is Nightshade!
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