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And made the fish´line hum�察 �and bent the rod Almost to snapping。
Care The young man took against the twigs�察�with slight�察�Deft movements
he kept fish and line in tight Obedience to his will with every prod。
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He lay there�察 �and the fish hung just beyond。 He seemed uncertain
what more he should do。 He drew back�察 �pulled the rod to correspond�察�
Tossed it and caught it�察 �every time he threw�察 �He caught it nearer to the
point。 At last The fish was near enough to touch。 He paused。
Eunice knew well the craft ;What's got the thing� ─ �She cried。
;What can have caused Where is his net�拭 �The moment will be past。
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The fish will wriggle free。; She stopped aghast。 He turned and
bowed。 One arm was in a sling。
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The broad�察�black ribbon she had thought his basket Must hang from�察�
held instead a useless arm。 ;I do not wonder�察 �Madam�察 �that you ask it。;
He smiled�察�for she had spoke aloud。 ;The charm Of trout fishing is in my
eyes enhanced When you must play your fish on land as well。;
;How will you take him�拭─�Eunice asked。 ;In truth I really cannot tell。
'Twas stupid of me�察�but it simply chanced I never thought of that until he
glanced Into the branches。 'Tis a bit uncouth。;
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He watched the fish against the blowing sky�察 �Writhing and glittering�察�
pulling at the line。 ;The hook is fast�察�I might just let him die�察─ �He mused。
;But that would jar against your fine Sense of true sportsmanship�察�I know
it would�察─ �Cried Eunice。 ;Let me do it。; Swift and light She ran
towards him。 ;It is so long now Since I have felt a bite�察�I lost all heart
for everything。; She stood�察�Supple and strong�察�beside him�察�and her blood
Tingled her lissom body to a glow。
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She quickly seized the fish and with a stone Ended its flurry�察 �then
removed the hook�察�Untied the fly with well´poised fingers。 Done�察 �She
asked him where he kept his fishing´book。 He pointed to a coat flung on
the ground。 She searched the pockets�察 �found a shagreen case�察�
Replaced the fly�察�noticed a golden stamp Filling the middle space。 Two
letters half rubbed out were there�察 �and round About them gay rococo
flowers wound And tossed a spray of roses to the clamp。
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The Lady Eunice puzzled over these。 ;G。 D。; the young man gravely
said。 ;My name Is Gervase Deane。 Your servant�察�if you please。; ;Oh�察�
Sir�察�indeed I know you�察�for your fame For exploits in the field has reached
my ears。 I did not know you wounded and returned。; ;But just
come back�察�Madam。 A silly prick To gain me such unearned Holiday
making。 And you�察�it appears�察�Must be Sir Everard's lady。 And my fears
At being caught a´trespassing were quick。;
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He looked so rueful that she laughed out loud。 ;You are forgiven�察�Mr。
Deane。 Even more�察 �I offer you the fishing�察 �and am proud That you
should find it pleasant from this shore。 Nobody fishes now�察�my husband
used To angle daily�察�and I too with him。 He loved the spotted trout�察�
and pike�察 �and dace。 He even had a whim That flies my fingers tied
swiftly confused The greater fish。 And he must be excused�察 �Love
weaves odd fancies in a lonely place。;
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She sighed because it seemed so long ago�察 �Those days with Everard�察�
unthinking took The path back to the orchard。 Strolling so She walked�察�
and he beside her。 In a nook Where a stone seat withdrew beneath low
boughs�察 �Full´blossomed�察 �hummed with bees�察 �they sat them down。
She questioned him about the war�察 �the share Her husband had�察 �and
grown Eager by his clear answers�察�straight allows Her hidden hopes and
fears to speak�察 �and rouse Her numbed love�察 �which had slumbered
unaware。
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Under the orchard trees daffodils danced And jostled�察 �turning
sideways to the wind。 A dropping cherry petal softly glanced Over her
hair�察 �and slid away behind。 At the far end through twisted cherry´trees
The old house glowed�察�geranium´hued�察�with bricks Bloomed in the
sun like roses�察�low and long�察 �Gabled�察�and with quaint tricks Of chimneys
carved and fretted。 Out of these Grey smoke was shaken�察�which the faint
Spring breeze Tossed into nothing。 Then a thrush's song
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Needled its way through sound of bees and river。 The notes fell�察�
round and starred�察�between young leaves�察�Trilled to a spiral lilt�察�stopped on
a quiver。 The Lady Eunice listens and believes。 Gervase has many tales
of her dear Lord�察 �His bravery�察�his knowledge�察�his charmed life。 She
quite forgets who's speaking in the gladness Of being this man's wife。
Gervase is wounded�察�grave indeed�察�the word Is kindly said�察�but to a softer
chord She strings her voice to ask with wistful sadness�察�
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;And is Sir Everard still unscathed�拭 �I fain Would know the truth。;
;Quite well�察�dear Lady�察�quite。; She smiled in her content。 ;So many slain�察�
You must forgive me for a little fright。; And he forgave her�察�not alone for
that�察 �But because she was fingering his heart�察 �Pressing and
squeezing it�察 �and thinking so Only to ease her smart Of painful�察�
apprehensive longing。 At Their feet the river swirled and chucked。
They sat An hour there。 The thrush flew to and fro。
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The Lady Eunice supped alone that day�察 �As always since Sir Everard
had gone�察�In the oak´panelled parlour�察�whose array Of faded portraits in
carved mouldings shone。 Warriors and ladies�察�armoured�察�ruffed�察�peruked。
Van Dykes with long�察 �slim fingers�察 �Holbeins�察 �stout And heavy´
featured�察�and one Rubens dame�察 �A peony just burst out�察�With flaunting�察�
crimson flesh。 Eunice rebuked Her thoughts of gentler blood�察�when these
had duked It with the best�察�and scorned to change their name。
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A sturdy family�察�and old besides�察 �Much older than her own�察�the Earls
of Crowe。 Since Saxon days�察�these men had sought their brides Among
the highest born�察�but always so�察�Taking them to themselves�察�their wealth�察�
their lands�察 �But never their titles。 Stern perhaps�察�but strong�察 �The
Framptons fed their blood from richest streams�察 �Scorn