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 | The woman who dared |  |
As, early the next morning, she looked forth
On the blue ocean from the open window,
“Now, then, for work!” she cried, and drew her palm
Across her brow, as if to thrust away
Thoughts that too perseveringly came back
She heard a step. 'T is he! “I hardly hoped,
Miss Percival, to find you up so early:
Good by, once more!”—“Good by! Don't miss the train.”
At this a shadow fell on Lothian's face,
As with uplifted hat and thwarted smile,
He turned away. Then off with hasty stride
He walked and struck the bushes listlessly.
On the blue ocean from the open window,
“Now, then, for work!” she cried, and drew her palm
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Thoughts that too perseveringly came back
She heard a step. 'T is he! “I hardly hoped,
Miss Percival, to find you up so early:
Good by, once more!”—“Good by! Don't miss the train.”
At this a shadow fell on Lothian's face,
As with uplifted hat and thwarted smile,
He turned away. Then off with hasty stride
He walked and struck the bushes listlessly.
| The woman who dared | |