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Updated: June 1, 2025
She has been my good and candid friend all along. You don't know her." "What would a friend have done by you yesterday?" "She neither saw nor heard my madness. No, mother, Lenore's heart has been going from me for months past, and she is glad of this plea for release, believing me unworthy. Oh! that stern face of hers! set like a head of Justice with not a shade of pity so beautiful so terrible!
Faith's how much excuse Lenore's evasion might have; but whatever could seem like tampering with young people was most distressing to the Sisters, and the Mother was more grave than pitiful.
She led him away, up the slope, across the barley-field, now cut and harvested, to the great, swelling golden spaces of wheat. Far below, the engines and harvesters were humming. Here the wheat waved and rustled in the wind. It was as high as Lenore's head. "It's fine wheat," observed Dorn. "But the wheat of my desert hills was richer, more golden, and higher than this."
Marion saw the lover of her youth come on and kiss Lenore's hand, with the same gesture with which he had once kissed hers in the sunshine, in a Kentish garden, beside a lavender bush, with a bumble bee in it, ten endless years ago.
She clung to his hand and they walked on across the field and across a brook, up the slope to one of Lenore's favorite seats. And there she wanted to rest. She smoothed her hair and brushed her dress, aware of how he watched her, with his heart in his eyes. Had there ever in all the years of the life of the earth been so perfect a day? How dazzling the sun! What heavenly blue the sky!
Those were thrilling words to Jake, as was attested by his emotion, and they surely made Lenore's knees knock together. She had heard many stories from her father of that famous old vigilante band, secret, making the law where there was no law. "Oh, I might have expected that of dad!" she murmured. "Wal, it's sure the trick out here. An' your father's the man to deal it.
"Lenore, my soul!... Lenore, I love you!" He would not be denied. And if she had any desire to deny him it was lost in the moment. She clasped his neck and gave him kiss for kiss. But her surrender made him think of her. She felt his effort to let her go. Lenore's heart felt too big for her breast. It hurt.
I believe, yet I'll not be sure till you kiss me.... You Lenore Anderson, this girl of my dreams! Do you love me is it true?" "Yes, Kurt, indeed I do very dearly," she replied, and turned to look up into his face. It was transfigured. Lenore's heart swelled as a deep and profound emotion waved over her. "Please kiss me then." She lifted her face, flushing scarlet. Their lips met.
It was a day in June, filled with a rich, thick, amber light, with a fragrant warm wind blowing out of the west. At a certain point on this road, where Anderson always felt compelled to halt, he stopped the car this day and awaited the other that contained Lenore and Dorn. Lenore's joy in the ride was reflected in her face. Dorn rested comfortably beside her, upon an improvised couch.
Never, never, had he been able to forget Lenore's eyes. Their mournful beauty haunted his dreams. He met them now, as his breath came and went in great gasps; and there was a flash of recognition between them. "What heavenly beauty, what a noble air she has," he thought, hardly regarding her sisters who were strictly speaking far more beautiful.
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