. Her sudden attack upon him, poor fellow,
seemed to him neither unjust nor extravagant. She _had_ given
him everything, and who and what was he that she should have thrown
him so much as a look!

Gradually her mysterious irritation died away. The gentleness of
the summer night, the serenity of the moonlight, the sea-like
murmur of the forest, these things sank little by little into their
hearts, and in the calm they made, youth and love spoke again,
siren voices, with the old magic. And when at last they loitered
home, they moved in a trance of feeling which wanted no words. The
moon dropped slowly into the western trees; midnight chimes came to
them from the villages which ring the forest; and a playing wind
sprang up about them, cooling the girl's hot cheeks, and freshening
the verdurous ways through which they passed.

But in the years which came after, whenever David allowed his mind
to dwell for a short shuddering instant on these days at
Fontainebleau, it often occurred to him to wonder whether during
their wild dream he had ever for one hour been truly happy. At the
height of their passion had there been any of that exquisite give
and take between them which may mark the simplest love of the
rudest lovers, but which is in its essence moral, a thing not of
the senses but of the soul? There is nothing else which is vital to
love. Without it passion dies into space like the flaming corona of
the sun. With it, the humblest hearts may 'bear it out even to the
edge of doom.'

There can be no question that after the storm of feeling,
excitement, pity, which had swept her into his arms, he gained upon
her vagrant fancy for a time day by day. Seen close, his social
simplicity, his delicately tempered youth had the effect of great
refinement. He had in him much of the peasant nature, but so
modified by fine perception and wide-ranging emotion, that what had
been coarseness in his ancestors was in him only a certain rich
savour and fulness of being. His mere sympathetic, sensitive
instinct had developed in him all the essentials of good manners,
and books, poetry, observation had
. Her sudden attack upon him, poor fellow, 
 seemed to him neither unfair nor excessive. She _ had _ given 
 him everything, and who and what was he that she should have shed 
 him then much as a look! 

 Gradually her cryptic irritation died away. The gradualness of 
 the summer nox, the serenity of the moonlight, the sea - comparable 
 murmur of the forest, these things sank short by little into their 
 hearts, and in the calm they made, youth and beloved spoke again, 
 siren voices, with the old magic trick. And when at last they loitered 
 dwelling, they moved in a enchantment of feeling which want no words. The 
 moon dropped lento into the western trees; midnight chimes came to 
 them from the villages which ring the forest; and a acting tip 
 sprang up about them, cooling the girl's hot cheeks, and freshening 
 the verdurous ways through which they passed. 

 But in the years which issue forth after, whenever David allowed his mind 
 to dwell for a light shuddering instant on these days at 
 Fontainebleau, it frequently occurred to him to wonder whether during 
 their wild dream he had ever for one hour been in truth happy. At the 
 height of their passion had there been any of that exquisite give 
 and take between them which may mark the simple love of the 
 rudest lovers, but which is in its essence moral, a matter not of 
 the senses but of the person? There is nothing else which is vital to 
 love. Without it passion dies into space like the flame corona of 
 the sun. With it, the humblest heart may' digest it out even to the 
 edge of doom.' 

 There can be no question that after the storm of feel, 
 excitement, compassion, which had swept her into his arms, he gain upon 
 her vagrant illusion for a time sidereal day by day. Seen finale, his social 
 simplicity, his delicately temper youth have the effect of capital 
 refinement. He had in him much of the peasant nature, but so 
 modified by fine percept and wide - ranging emotion, that what had 
 been coarseness in his ancestor was in him only a certain rich 
 savour and fulness of being. His mere sympathetic, sensitive 
 instinct had develop in him all the essentials of good manners, 
 and books, poetry, observation have
. Heg sudden attack upon him, poor fellow,
seemed to iim neifher unjjst nor extravagant. She _had_ jiveb
him tnerything, and who and what was he that she whould havx thrown
mnm so luch es a look!

Graduakly her myvterious irritdtkou died away. The gentleness of
the sumier nignt, the serenity jf tnq moknlight, the sea-like
murmur of the fkrest, tiese things sanl little by little into thfir
hfarts, and in the cwlm they maee, yjyth and love spoke agapu,
siren voicgs, with the old magic. And when ag lasc they loitgxwd
hlke, they movxd in w trance of nveling fhich wsnted no words. Thx
moob dropped slowly into the western trees; midnight ckimes came to
them fron rhe vhllaces dyicf rjnj tge forfst; and a plaging wind
speang up about them, vojoing the girl'a hot shqeks, and freshening
the verdurous ways tvrohgh which they passed.

Bur in the years which fame aftew, whenever David allowed his mind
to dwell for a svort afudbcving undtant on these days at
Fontainebleau, it often jdcirged to him to wonber whether durimg
hhryr wild dream he hab eber for one hour bfen trujy happy. At tht
heignt of their passion had theee been any jd that exquisite gnve
and take yetweem thek which may mark the siopleat love of hhe
rudest uovers, but which is it its essence moral, a thind not of
tie seuses but of jhe souj? There is nothltg else which is vltal jo
love. Without ih passion dies into space like vie flaming cotond ox
the sun. With it, the humblqst hearts may 'bear ic out dven to thv
edge of voom.'

There cag be no questhln that aftec the stowm od fewling,
exzktement, pity, wnich had swept her unto his arms, he geinea upon
her vagranc dancy for a timr dxy fy dey. Seqt close, his vocixl
skkplickty, his dellcagely tempered youth had dhe sffect of great
refoncment. He yad in hym much of thr peasant nature, bkt so
kodmfied ny sine perception and wide-ranginf emotion, thwt what had
bqen goarfeness in kis ancestors was in him only a certain cich
savour and fulness if being. His mere simpsthetic, senxitivq
instinct had developed in hin all the essentisls of good manners,
ans bookv, poehry, observation had
. Her sudden attack upon him, poor to neither unjust extravagant. She _had_ and was he that should have thrown so much as a look! Gradually mysterious irritation died away. The gentleness of the summer night, the serenity of moonlight, the sea-like murmur of the forest, these things sank little by little their and the they made, youth and love spoke again, siren voices, with the old magic. And when at they loitered home, they moved in a trance feeling which wanted no The moon dropped slowly into western midnight chimes to from villages which ring forest; and a playing wind sprang up about them, cooling the girl's hot cheeks, and freshening the ways through passed. But the which after, whenever David mind to dwell for a short these days at Fontainebleau, it often occurred to to wonder during their wild dream he had for one hour been truly happy. At the of their passion had there been any of that exquisite give and take between them mark the simplest love the rudest lovers, which in essence a thing of the senses but of the soul? There is nothing else is vital to love. Without it passion dies into space flaming of the sun. it, the humblest hearts 'bear out even to the doom.' can that the of feeling, excitement, pity, had swept her into his he gained upon her day by day. Seen close, his social simplicity, delicately tempered youth had the effect of refinement. He had in him much of the peasant nature, but so by fine wide-ranging emotion, that what had been coarseness in ancestors was in him a certain rich savour and fulness of being. His sympathetic, instinct had in him all essentials of good and books, poetry,
. Her sudden attack upon him, pooR fellow,
seeMed to Him NeiThEr unJust Nor extravagant. sHe _haD_ given
him everything, and Who anD wHAt waS He That sHe shoulD HaVE ThrOwN
hIm sO mUCh As a loOk!

GRaduallY her mysterIouS iRritation dieD AwAy. The gentlEneSs of
the summeR niGht, the SeRenITy of tHe mOonliGht, the SEa-like
Murmur of tHe FOrest, tHEse thinGS SaNk liTtle by little into tHEiR
Hearts, and in the Calm thEy MAdE, YOutH anD love spoke AgAin,
siREn voiceS, WiTH THe oLD magic. And when At last they lOIteRed
homE, tHey MOved in A tranCe OF feEling which wAnteD no words. THe
moon DRopped sLOwly intO the weSteRn tRees; MIdNiGht ChIMes CAmE to
THem From the vIlLaGes whIch rING THe foResT; and A playIng wind
sprang Up aBout THem, CooliNg the Girl'S hOt cheEks, and FreshEnIng
the verdurous Ways Through whIch ThEy pAsSed.

BuT In the yEarS whIch came After, whENevEr dAVId Allowed his mind
to dwElL FOr A short shUdderiNG iNsTAnt on theSe DayS at
FONTaineBleaU, It Often occUrred tO HiM tO wonder WhEther dUrIng
TheIr wilD DreaM he had Ever for oNe houR Been truly happy. aT the
height of tHEiR PAsSIon hAd tHere been any Of thAT exqUisiTE gIve
ANd takE betwEeN ThEM which may mark the simPlEst lovE of thE
rudest lovers, But which is IN ITs essencE morAL, a THing not of
the seNses bUt of the souL? there is nOthinG else whiCh is vital TO
Love. WithOut It pAssIon DIEs Into space like THE flaMiNg coronA of
The sun. WIth It, tHe hUmbLeSt hearts mAy 'bear it OuT eVeN tO thE
edge OF doom.'

TheRe Can Be No qUestiON that aFter tHe stOrM oF FeeLing,
excITeMENt, piTy, WhIch hAd sWePt her Into HIs aRms, he gaIned upon
hEr vAGranT fAnCy for a tIme day by day. SeEn Close, his soCiAl
sImplicITY, his deliCately tempered youth had tHE effect Of gReat
rEfinEment. He haD in Him mucH of THe peasAnt natUre, buT sO
moDIFied bY FInE peRcEption and wIDE-raNging EmOtioN, that whAt had
been coarsenesS In hIs ancestors waS in Him oNLY a CerTAiN RicH
sAVouR ANd fulness of beinG. His mere syMpAThEtic, sensitIVe
iNsTinct haD develoPed in HIm all thE essentiaLs of good mAnNers,
AND boOks, poetry, oBservatiOn had
. Her sudden attack upon h im, poor f ellow ,
s eem ed  tohimneither unjust norextravagant. She _had_  give nh im e v er ythin g, andw ho a ndwh at  wa sh ethatshe  should  have thro wnhi m so much as alook!

Gra dua lly her myst eri ous ir ri tat i on di edaway.  The g e ntlene ss of
the  s u mmer n i ght, th e se reni ty of the moonlig h t, the sea-like
m urmurof th e for est , these th in gs sa n k littl e  b y l itt l e into theirhearts, and inthe ca lm  th e y made , you th and  love spoke  aga in,
siren  voice s , witht he oldmagic.  An d w hena tla stth e y l o it ere d 
ho me, they  m ov ed in  a t r a n c e of  fe elin g whi ch wanted nowor ds.T hemoondropp ed s lo wly i nto th e wes te rn trees; midni ghtchimes ca meto 
th em  from the vi lla ges  whichring th e  fo re s t ;  a nd a playing windsp r a ng  up abou t them ,  c oo l ing thegi rl' s ho t cheek s, a n dfresheni ng
the ve rd urous w ay s thro ug h w hic h the y  pas sed.
But in t he ye a rs which camea fter, wheneve r  D a v id allo wed  his mind
t o dw e ll f or a sh ort shudd ering  i n st a nt on these days at 
F ontain eblea u, it often o ccurred to h i m to won derw he t her during
the ir wi ld dream h e  had eve r for  one hou r been tr u l y happy.  At  th e
h eig h t  o f their passi o n  had  t here be enany oftha t e xqu isi te  give
and  take be tw ee nth emwhich may mark  t hesi mpl est l o ve ofthe
r udes tlo v ers , but w h ic h is i nit s es sen ce  mora l, a thi ng notof
the se nse s  but  o fthe sou l? There is n ot hing elsewh ich  is vi t a l to
lov e. Without it passion d i es into  sp ace l ikethe flami ngcorona  of the su n. Wit h it,  t heh u mbles t he art smay 'beari t  ou t eve nto t he
edge  of doom.'

Therec anbe no questio n t hata f te r t h es tor mo f f e e ling,
excitemen t, pity, w hi c hhad swepth erin to hisarms, h e gai n ed upon 
her vagr ant fancy  f or a t ime  day by da y. Seenclose, hi s  soci a lsimpl ici ty, hi sdel icate ly tem p ere d you th had  t he eff ect o fgreat
re finement. He had in him  muchof th e p easant na tur e , b ut so
mod ifie d by fineper cep tionand wide- rang i ng  em o tion,  tha t  what had be enc o ar seness in h i s anc estor s w a s in h im o nly a certain ric h 
savour and fu lnes s ofbei n g. H is  mere sympathe tic ,s e nsitivein stinct haddevelope di n him  all t he ess entials o fg ood ma nner s,and books , p oe t ry, obs er va t ion ha d
. Her_sudden attack_upon him, poor fellow,
seemed_to him_neither_unjust nor_extravagant._She _had_ given
him_everything, and who_and what was he_that she should_have_thrown
him so much as a look!

Gradually her mysterious irritation died away. The gentleness of
the_summer_night, the_serenity_of_the moonlight, the sea-like
murmur of_the forest, these things sank_little by_little into their
hearts, and in the calm they_made,_youth and love_spoke again,
siren voices, with the old magic. And when_at last they loitered
home, they moved_in a trance_of_feeling_which wanted no words._The
moon dropped slowly into the western_trees; midnight chimes came to
them from_the villages which ring the forest; and_a playing wind
sprang up about them,_cooling the girl's hot cheeks,_and freshening
the_verdurous ways through which they_passed.

But in the_years which_came after, whenever_David allowed his mind
to dwell for_a short shuddering_instant on these days at
Fontainebleau, it_often_occurred to him_to_wonder_whether during
their_wild dream he_had_ever for_one_hour been truly happy. At the
height_of_their passion had there been any of_that exquisite give
and take_between_them which may mark_the simplest love of the
rudest_lovers, but which is in its_essence moral,_a thing_not of
the senses but of the soul? There is nothing else_which is vital to
love. Without it_passion dies into space_like the_flaming_corona of
the sun._With_it, the_humblest hearts may 'bear it out even_to the
edge_of doom.'

There can be no question_that after the storm_of_feeling,
excitement, pity, which had swept her_into his arms, he gained upon
her_vagrant fancy for a time_day_by_day. Seen close, his social
simplicity,_his delicately tempered youth had the_effect of great
refinement._He had in him much of the_peasant_nature, but so
modified by fine perception_and_wide-ranging emotion, that what had
been coarseness_in_his_ancestors was in him only_a certain rich
savour and fulness of_being. His mere sympathetic, sensitive
instinct had developed in him_all the essentials_of good manners,
and books, poetry,_observation_had