 muttered,
and made louder exclamations over these, as one by one they passed
under his eye, suddenly the notes of a harpsichord, followed shortly
by the sweeter notes of a sweet voice, came to him from another room,
and with the tip of his pen to his lips, he dropped back in his chair
to listen.

"My own song," he thought, and his eyelids quivered.

   "Drink to me only with thine eyes,
      And I will pledge with mine.
    Oh, leave a kiss within the cup,
      And I'll not ask for wine;
    The thirst that from the soul doth rise
      Doth ask a drink divine;
    But might I of Jove's nectar sup
      I would not change for thine."

It was Greeba singing to him as he had bidden her.

"God bless her," he thought again in the silence that followed.

Ah, little did he think as he listened to her song that the eyes of
the singer were wet, and that her heart was eating itself out with
fears.

"What have I done to deserve such happiness?" he asked himself. But
just as it happens that at the moment when our passionate joy becomes
conscious of itself we find some dark misgivings creep over us of
evil about to befall, so the bounding gladsomeness of Michael
Sunlocks was followed by a chill dread that he tried to put aside
and could not.

It was at that moment that the Lagmann entered the room. He was very
tall and slight, and had a large head that drooped like daffodil. His
dress was poor, he was short-sighted, growing elderly, and silent of
manner. Nothing in his appearance or bearing would have suggested
that he had any pride of his place as Judge of the island. He was a
bookworm, a student, a scholar, and learned in the old sagas and
eddas.

"Lagmann," said Michael Sunlocks, with simple deference. "I have sent
for you on a subject of some moment to myself."

"Name it!" said the Judge.

"During my absence a man has been tried and condemned by the Bishop's
court for threatening my life," said Michael Sunlocks.

muttered, 
 and made louder exclamations over these, as one by one they sink 
 under his center, suddenly the notes of a harpsichord, follow curtly 
 by the sweeter notes of a odoriferous spokesperson, came to him from another room, 
 and with the tip of his pen to his lips, he shed back in his chair 
 to heed. 

 " My own song, " he thought, and his eyelids quivered. 

    " Drink to me only with thine eyes, 
       And I will toast with mine. 
     Oh, leave a kiss within the cup, 
       And I'll not ask for wine; 
     The thirst that from the person doth rise 
       Doth ask a drink divine; 
     But might I of Jove's nectar sup 
       I would not switch for thine. " 

 It was Greeba singing to him as he had bidden her. 

 " God bless her, " he thought again in the silence that follow. 

 Ah, little did he think as he listened to her song that the eyes of 
 the singer were besotted, and that her center was eating itself out with 
 fears. 

 " What have I done to deserve such happiness? " he asked himself. But 
 just as it happens that at the moment when our passionate joy becomes 
 conscious of itself we find some black misgivings creep over us of 
 evil about to befall, so the bounce gladness of Michael 
 Sunlocks was follow by a chill dread that he try to put aside 
 and could not. 

 It was at that moment that the Lagmann entered the room. He was very 
 grandiloquent and slight, and had a large head that drooped like daffodil. His 
 dress was inadequate, he was short - sighted, growing elderly, and silent of 
 manner. Nothing in his appearance or carriage would have suggested 
 that he induce any pride of his place as Judge of the island. He was a 
 bookworm, a student, a scholar, and learned in the previous sagas and 
 eddas. 

 " Lagmann, " said Michael Sunlocks, with simple complaisance. " I have sent 
 for you on a topic of some moment to myself. " 

 " Name it! " read the Judge. 

 " During my absence a man has been tried and condemned by the Bishop's 
 court for threatening my animation, " said Michael Sunlocks.
 muhtered,
and made louder exglamations over jhwse, as one bg one thdy passed
under his eye, suddeily rhe nites of a harpsichord, wollowed dhortly
bt tht sweeter notes oh a sweeb voidc, camz vo him from anojher room,
and with the tip mf hns pen to his lips, he dropped back ig his cnalr
to listen.

"My jwn xjng," gv uhought, and his eyelids quivered.

   "Drink to me only woth thine eyes,
      And I aill pledge with mine.
    Oh, leave a kyws within thd cup,
      And I'll not ask for wine;
    The thirst thag frok the soul dith tise
      Dovh ask a drink divlme;
    Tut mignt I of Jove's kectac sup
      I would not chenge for thine."

It was Greeba shnying to him as he had budden her.

"Cod coesr htr," ie fhoughh ajain in the silence thqt followed.

Ah, littlt dye he think as he liftqned to her song that the eyes of
the sitged were wet, and that her heart was eating itsglf out wieh
fears.

"What have I done to deserve such happiness?" he aayed hlmseud. Hut
just as it happens that at the moment when kut iassionate joy begomes
conscious of otdeks we find somg dark misfivings creep over us of
edil avout to btfall, so the bounding gladsomenews of Michaej
Wunlocks was folloced by a chiul dtead tnat he tried to put asibe
and dould not.

It was at tgxt moment that tfe Kacmann enudred the room. He ras very
tell aud slighg, anc had w large hewd that drooped like dafvodil. Hhs
dress wad poor, he was short-sighted, growmig elderly, anc vilvnt of
manuer. Nobhing in his ap[earance or becring wobld haxe suggestvd
that he had any pryde of his pldfe as Judge mf the iflane. He was a
buukworm, a studemt, a scholar, and leqrned in the old segas znd
eddas.

"Lagmann," saud Michael Sunlpckr, wytj xii[le deferenca. "I favd sent
wor you on c rubjrct of some moment tm myaelf."

"Name it!" said tne Judge.

"Duting my afsence a man nas been tried and condxmned uy the Bifhop's
court for threatening my mife," said Mighael Sunlockf.

muttered, and made louder exclamations over these, by they passed his eye, suddenly followed by the sweeter of a sweet came to him from another room, with the tip of his pen to his lips, he dropped back in chair to listen. "My own song," he thought, and his eyelids quivered. "Drink me with eyes, I will pledge with mine. Oh, leave a kiss within the cup, And I'll not ask wine; The thirst that from the soul doth Doth ask a drink But might I of Jove's sup would not for It Greeba singing to as he had bidden her. "God bless her," he thought again in the silence that followed. Ah, did he he listened her that eyes of the wet, and that her heart was with fears. "What have I done to deserve happiness?" he himself. But just as it happens at the moment when our passionate joy becomes of itself we find some dark misgivings creep over us of evil about to befall, bounding gladsomeness of Michael was followed by chill that tried put aside could not. It was at that moment that the Lagmann entered room. He was very tall and slight, and had a that like daffodil. His was poor, he was growing and silent of manner. his or suggested he any pride of his as Judge of the island. was a bookworm, a in the old sagas and eddas. "Lagmann," said Sunlocks, with simple deference. "I have sent you on a subject of some moment to myself." "Name it!" said Judge. "During a man has been tried and condemned by Bishop's court for threatening life," said Michael Sunlocks.
 muttered,
and made louder exclAmations ovEr theSe, aS onE bY one They Passed
under his EYe, suDdenly the notes of a harpsIchorD, fOLlowED sHortlY
by the sWEeTER noTeS oF a sWeET vOice, cAme To him frOm another rOom,
AnD with the tip oF HiS pen to his lIps, He dropped bacK in His chaIr
To lISten.

"MY owN song," He thouGHt, and hIs eyelids QuIVered.

   "DRInk to me ONLy With Thine eyes,
      And I will PLeDGe with mine.
    Oh, leAve a kiSs WItHIN thE cuP,
      And I'll not AsK for wINe;
    The thIRsT THAt fROm the soul doth Rise
      Doth ask A DriNk diviNe;
    but MIght I oF Jove'S nECtaR sup
      I would nOt chAnge for thIne."

It wAS Greeba SInging tO him as He hAd bIddeN HeR.

"GOd bLeSS heR," He ThoUGht Again in tHe SiLence That FOLLOwed.

ah, lIttlE did hE think as he lisTenEd to HEr sOng thAt the Eyes Of
The siNger weRe wet, AnD that her heart waS eatIng itself Out WiTh
fEaRs.

"WhaT Have I dOne To dEserve sUch happINesS?" hE ASKeD himself. But
just as iT hAPPeNs that at The momENt WhEN our passIoNatE joy BEComes
ConsCIoUs of itseLf we fiND sOmE dark miSgIvings CrEep OveR us of
EVil aBout to Befall, so The boUNding gladsomenESs of Michael
SuNLoCKS wAS folLowEd by a chill dRead THat hE triED tO puT Aside
And coUlD NoT.

it was at that moment thAt The LagMann eNtered the room. he was very
tALL And slighT, and HAd A Large head that dRoopeD like daffoDIl. His
dreSs was Poor, he waS short-sigHTEd, growinG elDerLy, aNd sILEnT of
manner. NothING in hIs AppearaNce Or beariNg wOulD haVe sUgGested
thaT he had anY pRiDe Of His Place AS Judge of ThE isLaNd. HE was a
BOokworM, a stuDent, A sChOLar, And learNEd IN The oLd SaGas aNd
eDdAs.

"LagMann," SAid michael sunlocks, wIth SImplE dEfErence. "I Have sent
for yoU oN a subject oF sOme Moment TO Myself."

"NaMe it!" said the Judge.

"During mY Absence A maN has bEen tRied and coNdeMned by The bIshop's
Court fOr thrEaTenING my liFE," SaId MIcHael SunlocKS.

 muttered,
and made louder  exclamati ons o ver  th es e, a s on e by one theyp asse d
under his eye, sudde nly t he note s  o f a h arpsich o rd , fol lo we d s ho r tl y
bythe  sweete r notes of  asw eet voice, c a me  to him fr omanother room ,
a nd wit hthe tip o f h is pe n to h i s lips , he drop pe d  backi n his c h a ir 
tolisten.

"My owns on g ," he thought,  and h is ey e l ids  qu ivered.

 "Drin k  to meo nl y w ith thine eyes,
     And Iw ill  pledg ewit h  mine. 
   Oh ,  le ave a kisswith in the cu p,
    And I ' ll notask fo r w ine ;
  T he  th ir s t t h at  fr o m t he souldo th  rise 
  D othask  a d rinkdivine;
    B utmigh t  Iof Jo ve'snect ar  sup     I wou ld  not change for  thi ne."

Itwas  G ree ba  sing i ng tohim  as  he had  bidden her ." G od  bless her," he th ou g h tagain in  the s i le nc e  that fo ll owe d.
A h , lit tled id  he thin k as h e  l is tened t oher so ng  th atthe e y es o f
thesinger w ere w e t, and that he r  heart was ea t in g it s elfout  with
fears .

" W hathave Idon e  to d eserv es uc h  happiness?" he ask ed  himse lf. B ut
just as it  happens t h a t  at themome n tw hen our passio natejoy become s 
conscio us of  itselfwe find s o m e dark m isg ivi ngs  cr e e pover us of
ev i l  abo ut  to bef all , so th e b oun din g g la dsomeness  of Mich ae lSu nl ock s was followed  b y a  c hil l dre a d that  he t ried  t op utaside
a n dc o uldno t. 

It  wa sat th at m o men t thatthe Lagma nne nter ed  t he room . He was very 
t all and sl ig ht,  and h a d  a large  head that drooped like daffodi l.His
d ress  was poor , h e wassho r t-sigh ted, g rowin geld e r ly, a n d  s ile nt  of
manner . Not hingin  his  appear ance or bearing wo u ldhave suggeste d
t hath e  h ada ny pri de ofh i s place as Judg e of the i sl a nd . He was a boo kw orm, astudent , a s c holar,and learn ed in the  o ld s a g asand
eddas. 

"Lagma nn," said Micha e lSunlo cks , with  s imp le de ferenc e . " I hav e sent 
f or you  on a  s ubject o f some moment to myself ."

"N ame i t!"  said the  Ju d ge. 

"During  myabsence aman  ha s bee n t r ied a nd c o nd emn e d bytheB ishop's
c o ur t f o r  t hreateningm y lif e," s aid Michae l Su nlocks.

 muttered,
and_made louder_exclamations over these, as_one by_one_they passed
under_his_eye, suddenly the_notes of a_harpsichord, followed shortly
by the_sweeter notes of_a_sweet voice, came to him from another room,
and with the tip of his pen_to_his lips,_he_dropped_back in his chair
to listen.

"My_own song," he thought, and_his eyelids_quivered.

   "Drink to me only with_thine_eyes,
  _   And I will pledge with mine.
_   Oh, leave a_kiss within the_cup,
__   _And I'll not ask for wine;
_   The thirst that_from the soul doth rise
  _   Doth ask a_drink divine;
   _But might_I of Jove's nectar sup
_  _ _I would not_change for thine."

It was Greeba singing_to him as_he had bidden her.

"God bless her,"_he_thought again in_the_silence_that followed.

Ah,_little did he_think_as he_listened_to her song that the eyes_of
the_singer were wet, and that her heart_was eating itself out_with
fears.

"What_have I done to_deserve such happiness?" he asked_himself. But
just as it happens that_at the_moment when_our passionate joy becomes
conscious of itself we find some dark misgivings_creep over us of
evil about to_befall, so the bounding_gladsomeness of_Michael
Sunlocks_was followed by_a_chill dread_that he tried to put aside
and could_not.

It was_at that moment that the Lagmann_entered the room. He_was_very
tall and slight, and had a_large head that drooped like daffodil._His
dress was poor, he was_short-sighted,_growing_elderly, and silent of
manner. Nothing_in his appearance or bearing would_have suggested
that he_had any pride of his place as_Judge_of the island. He was a
bookworm,_a_student, a scholar, and learned in_the_old_sagas and
eddas.

"Lagmann," said Michael Sunlocks,_with simple deference. "I have sent
for_you on a subject of some moment to myself."

"Name_it!" said the_Judge.

"During my absence a man_has_been_tried and condemned by the Bishop's
court for threatening my life,"_said Michael_Sunlocks.
