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"Yes; I mean to,—before I return to England." "Thank you, darling," replies he, meekly. "You look like Marguerite. A very lovely Marguerite," says Geoffrey, idly, gazing at her rather dreamily..
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"Tell me again how it all happened," he says, laying his hands on her shoulders. And then she goes through it again, slowly, carefully. "There is a camp to the westward, up the river," they replied; "but you must not take the left-hand trail going up because on that trail lives a woman who invites men to wrestle with her and then kills them. Avoid her." "And then isn't it sweet to think," continues Violet, warming to her subject, "that when one's friends are dead one can still be of some service to them, in praying for their souls? It seems to keep them always with one. They don't seem so lost to us as they would otherwise." She sighs. There is pathos and sweetness and tenderness in every line of her face, and much sadness. Her lips are slightly parted, "her eyes are homes of silent prayer." Paul, watching her, feels as though he is in the presence of some gentle saint, sent for a space to comfort sinful earth..
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