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Updated: May 28, 2025
Something familiar about him seemed to strike her; she looked at him with a strangely puzzled face, but he gave her no light. "Is there nothing we can do for you?" she asked, at length. A great presumption almost took his breath away. He gave it voice on the moment, afraid if he waited he should lack the courage. "If you will give me the cluster of bluebells in your belt "
Hastening to the table, he poured wine into the Venetian goblet, brought it back, and moistened the Bishop's lips. Then kneeling on one knee loosed the cold fingers from their grip. Presently the Bishop opened his eyes no longer points of blue steel, but soft and dreamy like a mist of bluebells on distant hills.
"It would be a splendid thing to do," she said slowly, and as she said it her eyes took on their colour of bluebells, because what she had seen had moved her. She had not looked at him, but at the cropping deer as she spoke, but at her next sentence she turned to him again. "Where should you begin?" she asked, and in saying it thought of Stornham. He laughed shortly.
The night was full of scent wild cherry, the first bluebells. Still they walked in silence. A nightingale was singing. They approached nearer and nearer, till they stood close by his dark bush.
It worried them to see her running about barefooted, and they carefully examined her feet, fearing she might have been bitten by some creeping thing in the wood. "Why does not the child wear boots?" said the old lady. Her head shook so funnily when she spoke, all the white curls bobbed just like bluebells. Ditte had no boots. "Good Heavens! do you hear that, Grandmother, the child has no boots.
All around them the bluebells lay glowing in the sunshine. The colour and sparkle of them was a physical delight; and with occasional lingering tufts of primroses among them and the young oak scrub pushing up through the blue in every shade of gold and bronze, they made an enchanted garden of the glade. Falloden dismounted, tied up his horse, and gathered a bunch for his companion.
During this walk we gathered blue cornflowers and scarlet poppies from the fields, bluebells, daisies, ranunculus, and snapdragon from the narrow border of turf along the roadside, and tied them into bouquets for the graves.
Even society, in its most artificial state, consents to this arrangement. These factory girls from Lowell shall mate themselves with the pride of drawing-rooms and literary circles, the bluebells in fashion's nosegay, the Sapphos, and Montagues, and Nortons of the age. Other modes of intellect bring together as strange companies.
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