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Miss Grosvenor made no further comment regarding Dawn's probable inability to rise to the demands of smart society. Only inexperience had caused her to make any. Ernest fluttered in the smart set; he and I were familiar with it; Miss Grosvenor was not, therefore we were disillusioned and she was not.
As the little fighting band disappeared, back to the girl drifted a few words of song, soft-hummed through the dusk the deathless chorus of the International: "Now comes the hour supreme! To arms, each in his place! The new dawn's International Shall be the human race!..." "Halt! Who goes there?"
Thus have we even in London our faint forebodings of the dawn's approach, which the birds and the beasts and the stars are crying aloud to the untrammeled fields. At what moment I know not I perceive that the night itself is irrevocably overthrown.
He could not forbear its indulgence and, leaning on the paddle, allowed himself a last, delightful vision the ranch house piazza with Pancha her make-up off sitting on the steps at his feet. That night he slept in the cowshed of an abandoned ranch. A billet of wood under his head, his repose was deep and dreamless, but in the dawn's light he woke, suddenly called out of slumber by a thought.
Peace was restored in the Clay household through my interviewing Carry and offering to teach her music and allow her the use of my piano if she would do some of Dawn's work for two days during every second week. The next irritation arose from the male portion of the family.
Dawn's next day for Sydney fell on another night when Leslie Walker was speaking, but she and I did not attend this meeting, the family being represented on this occasion by Andrew, and we went to bed and discussed the Sydney trip while waiting for his return. Ernest Breslaw, it appeared, had again had urgent business in Sydney that day. "Dawn," I said, "this is somewhat suspicious.
'Men, she says, 'ought to rule; they're the stronger vessel." And Dawn gave inimitable mimicry of Miss Jimmeny of the pub. "If you take my tip for it, those girls that sing out that men are the stronger vessel are the sort that have a dishcloth of a husband, and never let him off a string." This attitude of mind was one of Dawn's distinctive characteristics.
Each busy with her own thoughts they rode in silence for a long distance, a silence which was only broken by Dawn's exclamation of pleasure, as they came in sight of her home. The next day she sat beside the bed of Ralph, whose snow-white face and attenuated form, showed how fast he was passing away.
Then a cock-crow rang out, close by, and the bird o' dawn's clear fanfare roused the feathered world to a rushing outpour of song. All the east was yellow now; a rose-light quivered behind the forest like the shimmer of a hidden fire; then a blinding shaft of light fell across the world.
A dazzling transformation scene it was: in the glow they could see, summed up, each transition of light and heat that went before: dawn's tender flame, the fierce blaze of high noon, ruby rays of evening streaming now across the Bowl hill-girt lake without gathered, all gathered, in a golden age behind them to feed the sap of a noble tree, here poured forth, amid a radiant ballet of flame and spark, to furnish life, light inspiration to a Council Fire.
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