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And through it all Paul slept on, the Eastern perfume in the air still drugging his sense. It was quite dark when he awoke again, and beside him seated on the floor, all propped with pillows, his lady reclined her head against his shoulder. And as he looked down at her in the firelight's flickering gleam, he saw that her wonderful eyes were wet with great glittering tears.
But suddenly it seemed as if his lady's spirit stood beside him in the firelight's flickering gleam, whispering words of hope, pleading to come back from the cold grave to his heart, there to abide and comfort him.
Dear girls!" The eyes of Tanpa, the Guardian, were ablaze now with more than the firelight's glow, as she tossed her browned cakes on to a platter. "Dear girls!
"The firelight's much pleasanter, I think." We descended into that delicious gloom and Madden brought tea. I took my chair in the direction of the screen ready to surprise or be surprised as the game should go, and at her permission, since a hearth is always sacred, bent forward to play with the fire. "Where do you get these beautiful short faggots from?" I asked idly. "Why, they are tallies!"
Then, as the clock struck ten, she rose, half unwillingly. "I must go. I didn't realise it was so late. Captain Jim is always saying it doesn't take long to stay an hour. But I've stayed two and oh, but I've enjoyed them," she added frankly. "Come often," said Anne and Gilbert. They had risen and stood together in the firelight's glow.
"Firelight's enough fer you to read parsons' books by, it's enough fer me to do what I oughter done long afore to-night." She stood in the middle of the small, log-walled room, arrested in the act of lighting a match, and stared at him with troubled eyes. She was no longer afraid. After all, strange as he looked, more strangely as he talked, he was her Pierre, her man.
And then, quite as though their destiny wished it made plain that not yet had the time come for them to devote exclusively to themselves, Barbee rode down toward them, spurring through the last of the fleeing herd, shouting: "There's a dozen men ridin' this way an' ridin' like ! An' the firelight's shinin' on their guns; every man's totin' one.
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