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ilence, the euphonious silence of dual solitude, was only broken by the casual twang of lute strings, or the sudden enunciation of a half-modelled thought. "A year to-morrow since our wedding day." His voice thrilled with love and tenderness, its tone caressed her ears, though her eyes remained closed. "You have been happy, dearest?" he said, leaning forward and clasping one of her warm, white hands. "Very happy." "And had all you anticipated?" "All--more," she breathed, with opening eyelids, "you have been very good, very generous to me." "Good? Can selfishness be mistaken for goodness? You said you loved fine dresses, it became my pleasure to choose you the finest in the world--you longed for jewels, and it was my pride to search for gems to match your beauty." "I was very greedy--too greedy. I care less for such things now. Poverty makes one worldly, selfish, mercenary; don't you think so? I was so poor!--the very rustle of silk was music to my ears, and the lustre of precious stones seemed to conjure majesty and beauty in a flash." "And now you have nothing left to long for?" He bent over her hand and kissed it, and the little canoe, like a fairy cockle, began suddenly to shake and dip in the swell of an unusual tide. "Nothing, dear," she answered him, while her eye scanned the waves that had so strangely ruffled their nook. "I wonder if some launch is passing to swell the river so?" "Scarcely; that bend in the creek would save the wash from reaching us." "But the water is agitated; look! it seems as though a high wind were raking the face of it." She gazed curiously up, and then down the backwater. The trees were swaying with a soft unheard whisper of wind, and in the deepest shadow companies of gnats were playing hide-and-seek with each other. No sound but the hum of insect life reached them. "It is strange," she went on, stretching her hand to the quaking water and withdrawing suddenly from the chill touch of it, "very strange; it looks as though the sleeping river had suddenly awoken." "Dear little pottle of whims"--so he had christened her--"what new romance will she weave?" "Oh, there is nothing romantic about that. If it were grass, the 'uncut hair of graves,' it would be different." "Different! Is grass portentous? churchyard grass especially?" "Every green blade of the earth must be 'churchyard grass' as you call it. It all springs up from life that was." She plucked a
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