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"From every blush that kindles in her cheeks,,"Indeed, are you?" asks she, raising her pretty brows. Then she smiles involuntarily, and the pink flush in her rounded cheeks grows a shade deeper. Yet she does not lower her eyes, or show the slightest touch of confusion. "I might have guessed it," she says, after a minute's survey of the tall gray-coated young man before her. "You are not a bit like the others down here.","Is that all?" says Mona, with quick contempt, seeing him pause. "Why, there is nothing in that! I pinned a flower into your coat only yesterday.","The boys!" repeats he, mystified.,"Yes; I am that most despicable of all things, a third son.",As he approached, an old woman, bent with age and crippled, came from the lodge door and looked at him.,The young man replied, "I am mourning day and night, crying all the while. My little son, who is the only one left me, also mourns.","But what was the subject of it?","Ask him, if only to please me," he says, wearily.,For a few days after this, the man used to take his baby on his back and travel out away from the camp, walking over the hills, crying and mourning. He felt badly, and he did not know what to do.,CHAPTER XXXI.,Stirs the wide air. Thin clouds of pearly haze.