Chapter 15 AFTER MANY DAYS.

"I will paint her as I see her.

Ten times have the lilies blown

Since she looked upon the sun."

-Browning.

And ten years passed away.

It was a jocund morning in early spring. From the pine woods came the soft twittering of innumerable birds, filling the air with melody; while the soft, fragrant odor of the tall swinging pines came fl

            
            

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