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he spoke meekly. "And we can go right on helping each other, as we have done all these weeks? I do not need to leave you?" "Oh, no, no!" She spoke with a gasp of dismay at the thought. "It--won't hurt so much if I can see you going right on--getting strong--like you have been, and being happy--and--" She paused in her slowly trailing speech and looked about her. They were down in a little glen, and there were no mountain tops in sight for her to look up to as was her custom. "And what, Cassandra? Finish what you were saying." Still for a while she was silent, and they walked on together. "And now won't you say what you were going to say?" He could not talk himself, and he longed to hear her voice. "I was thinking of the music you made. It was so glad. I can't talk and say always what I think, like you do, but seems like it won't hurt me so here," she put her hand to her throat, "where it always hurts me when I am sorry at anything, if I can hear you glad in the music--like you were that--night I thought you were the 'Voices.'" "Cassandra, it shall be glad for you, always." She looked into his eyes an instant with the clear light of understanding in her own. "But for you? It is for you I want it to be glad." CHAPTER XIV IN WHICH DAVID VISITS THE BISHOP, AND FRALE SEES HIS ENEMY The bishop was seated in a deep canvas chair on his wide veranda, looking out over his garden toward a distant line of blue hills. His little wife sat close to his side on a low rocker, very busy with the making of buttonholes in a small girl's frock of white dimity and lace. Betty Towers loved lace and pretty things. The small girl was playing about the garden paths with her puppy and chattering with Frale in her high, happy, childish voice, while he bent weeding among the beds of okra and egg-plant. His face wore a more than usually discontented look, even when answering the child with teasing banter. Now and then he lifted his eyes from his work and watched furtively the movements of David Thryng, who was pacing restlessly up and down the long veranda in earnest conversation with the bishop and his wife. The two in the garden could not understand what was being said at the house, but each party could hear the voices of the other, and by calling out a little could easily converse across the dividing hedge and the intervening space. "Talk about the influence of the beautiful in nature upon the human soul,--it i
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