said the Story Girl . `` The world seems so different just at sunrise , does n't it ? It makes me feel just like getting up to see the sun rise every morning of my life after this . But I know I wo n't . I 'll likely sleep later than ever tomorrow morning . But I wish I could . '' `` The Awkward Man and Miss Reade are going to have a lovely day for their wedding , '' I said . `` Yes , and I 'm so glad . Beautiful Alice deserves everything good . Why , Bev -- why , Bev ! Who is that in the hammock ? '' I looked . The hammock was swung under the two end trees of the Walk . In it a man was lying , asleep , his head pillowed on his overcoat . He was sleeping easily , lightly , and wholesomely . He had a pointed brown beard and thick wavy brown hair . His cheeks were a dusky red and the lashes of his closed eyes were as long and dark and silken as a girl 's . He wore a light gray suit , and on the slender white hand that hung down over the hammock 's edge was a spark of diamond fire . It seemed to me that I knew his face , although assuredly I had never seen him before . While I groped among vague speculations the Story Girl gave a queer , choked little cry .
The next moment she had sprung XXXXX the intervening space , dropped on her knees by the hammock , and flung her arms about the man 's neck .
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