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The robin had perched himself on the limb of a dead fir tree, and began a gay song. "You had better go farther away from your enemy," she counselled. Then to the canoeist--"Will you let me come in and go down the river?" "Yes, I will take you down. What did you do with young Boulle?" She colored a little. "I want to tell you." "I saw you both up on the cliff." "I came away and left him." He drew up the canoe and she stepped in lightly, seating herself so gently that the canoe did not even swerve. "How blue the water is! And so clear. It is like the heaven above. And there are rays of sun in the river bed. It does not seem very deep, does it? I could almost touch it with my hand." Destournier laughed. "Suppose you try?" "And tip us over?" She smiled as well. It was so lovely that both were moved to silence. Now and then they glanced at each other, at some special point or happening. She was not effusive. After a while she began with--"Do you like M. Boulle very much?" "He is a promising young man, I am glad he did not return to France. We have few enough of them here. Every one counts." "He will go some time," she said, reflectively. A sudden thought flashed through his mind. The girl's face was very calm, but her eyes had a sort of protest in them. "Will he take you?" Destournier asked, in a husky tone. "Oh, M'sieu Ralph, would you send me? Would you give me to any one else?" Now her eyes were alight with an eager breathless expression that was almost anguish. "Not if you did not want to go." "I do not want to go anywhere. Oh, M'sieu Ralph," and now her tone was piteous, "I wish you would send him away. I liked him very well at first, but now he wants me to love him, and I cannot, the kind of love that impels one to marry, and I do not want to be married." "Has he tried to persuade you?" Ralph Destournier knew he would make a good husband. Some time Rose would marry. But it was plain she did not love him. And though love might not be necessary, it was a very sweet accompaniment that, he knew now, it was sad to miss. "He talked to me about marriage. I do not like it." She gave a little shiver, and the color went out of her face, even her lips, and her pliant figure seemed to shrink as from a blow. "My child, no one shall marry you against your will, neither shall you be taken away. Rest content in my promise." She nodded, then smiled, with trusting eyes. He wondered
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