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How beautiful she was in that calm sleep, and Grey noted every point of beauty, from the sheen of her golden hair to the dimpled hand which was just within his reach. "Poor little hand," he said, laying his own carefully upon it; "how much it has done for others. Oh, if I could only call it mine, it should never know toil again."
The heavens were red, the birds were singing merrily in the woods, the valleys were full of a golden sheen, but in my heart all was a thousand times more beautiful and more glad. I shouted to them in the castle to serve my supper out in the garden. The old woman, the grim old man, the maids I made them all come and sit at table with me under the trees.
He was up before any of them, however up and out into the pearl-dusk of the morning before ever the alarm-clock shrilled its first note, or the sun's sheen slid lower than the spurs of the weather-cock on the spire of Lyntonhurst Old Church and twice he had walked past the big gates and looked up the still avenue to the windows of the huge house whose roof covered her before Lyntonhurst Old Church spoke up through the dawn-hush and told the parish it was half-past four o'clock.
She covered them with kisses and watered them with tears, and dried them with cloths silken and with the hair of her head. Flann told the Spae-Woman all his adventures. And when he had told her all he said "What Queen is my mother, O my fosterer?" "Your mother," said the Spae-Woman, "is Caintigern, the Queen of the King of Ireland." "And is my mother then not Sheen whose story has been told me?"
The sun rose and shone, it is true; but its rays possessed no warmth. The light of it appeared to be a cold silver, like the sheen on stubble. All the landscape seemed to have paled. Gone were the rich glowing reds, the warm browns. A gray cast hung over the land. From school Bobby hurried home to be in time for an early lunch as Mr. Orde wanted to go up river.
"Little New York is good enough for me. I've been over in Paris four months, now, and, believe me, it looked good yesterday to see the old girlie holdin' her lamp over the harbor." Miss Sternberger ran her hand over the smooth sheen of her dress; her gown was chaste, even stern, in its simplicity the expensive simplicity that is artful rather than artless.
It was late, and the hush of a summer midnight lay upon the distant hills. Burrell had almost passed her when he was startled by the sound of his name breathed softly; then, to his amazement, he saw her come forth like a spirit into the silver sheen. "Necia!" he cried, "what are you doing here at this hour?"
He climbed the mountains and yelled with the mad wind, and tramped through the bare, rocking forest, singing his minstrel songs. And all these days he walked with God, and there was no world at all save the world of nature. Millions of young-hearted things sprang up out of the ground to welcome him; the forests shook out their dazzling sheen, and the wild birds went mad in the mornings.
She soon, too, learned to know the true sheen of diamonds, the luxury of pearls, and the richness of rubies; whereas she herself wore only the little ornaments which had come from the deanery.
Sheen drew the bye, and sparred in an outer room with a soldier, who was inclined to take the thing easily. Sheen, with the thought of the final in his mind, was only too ready to oblige him.
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