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Updated: May 29, 2025
Always Sister Angela sat a little way off from the row of the little girls. She always sat on a bench under the great magnolia-tree and watched the tiny girls as they ate their tiny cakes.
And turning down another path he came on something rather taller than himself, that glowed in the darkness as though a great moon, or some white round body, had floated to within a few feet of the earth. Approaching, he saw it for what it was a little magnolia-tree in the full of its white blossoms.
"I will meet you to-morrow at the magnolia-tree, where first I found my little wood-nymph, as I shall always call you. Then we can talk matters over better. You will be sure to come while the dew sparkles on your pretty namesakes?" he asked, eagerly. Before she had time to answer the cottage door opened and Septima appeared in the door-way.
I asked impatiently. "There's men out there sure, plenty of 'em," he reported slowly. "It looks to me mighty like the end of a line of battle, right there by that big magnolia-tree. Anyhow, there must be all of twenty fellows lying close together between there and where the corner of the house shuts off my view.
He advanced with a firmer step, as one among allies. Hester did not hear him. She was gazing with an absorption that shut out all other sights and sounds at the solitary blossom on the magnolia-tree.
From the sea, over the roofs of the town, across the crests of the mountains, over the river and the plain, and again across the crests of the mountains it swept until it reached the villa, the garden, the magnolia-tree, and the figures of Hirst and herself standing together, when it dropped to her side.
Ay, crush with his heel into the earth the very flowers that bear the name of Daisy." Under the magnolia-tree, among the pink clover, Rex Lyon paced uneasily to and fro, wondering what could have happened to detain Daisy.
They plunged her into the water of the river, but it had no effect. So at last, in her grief, she ran to the mountains, and threw herself down at the foot of a magnolia-tree.
I was driving along by an unfrequented road to-day when I came across a strange, pathetic sight. The poor old man was putting the last touches to a plain wooden cross he had just erected under a magnolia-tree, which bore the simple words: 'To the memory of Daisy Brooks, aged sixteen years. Around the cross the grass was thickly sown with daisies.
Poor little Daisy cried out to herself fate was against her. "I should like to say good-bye to the old familiar scenes, Septima," she said, making a desperate effort to meet Rex by some means. "I should like to see the old magnolia-tree down in the glade just once before I go." "Nonsense," replied Septima, sharply, a malicious smile hovering about the corners of her mouth.
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