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Clemence, with her little charge, loved to wander through these places, that
nature had clothed in rarest beauty for her worshippers. This was her favorite
season of the year. Sometimes a foreboding oppressed this young dreamer that it
might be her last hours of earthly enjoyment.
The men were very ill-looking. They might get their living by robbing and
murdering travellers. Who could tell? Reasoning herself out of these fears, or
losing sight of them for a little while, there came the anxiety to which the
adventures of the night gave rise.
'Yer full o' mother love,' said her husband, as he sat down on the grass a
moment 'Lost her only baby, an' the good Lord has sent no other. I swan, he has
got putty eyes. Jes' as blue as a May flower. She had frequently
thought--especially since his father's marriage with Miss Taylor--that if she
_were_ to marry, he was the very person to suit her in age, character and
condition. He seemed by this connexion between the families, quite to belong to
her. She could not but suppose it to be a match that every body who knew them
must think of.