young.

Suddenly, in the midst of their meal, by a natural caprice and
reaction of the mind, as David sat looking down on slate roofs and
bare winding valley, across the pale, rain-beaten grass of the
moor, all the northern English detail vanished from his eyes. For
one suffocating instant he saw nothing but a great picture gallery,
its dimly storied walls and polished floor receding into the
distance. In front Velazquez' 'Infanta,' and before it a figure
bent over a canvas. Every line and tint stood out. He heard the
light varying voice, caught the complex grace of the woman, the
strenuous effort of the artist.

Enough! He closed his eyes for one bitter instant; then raised them
again to England and to Lucy.

There under the wall, while they were still lingering in the sun,
he asked Lucy Purcell to be his wife. And Lucy, hardly believing
her own foolish ears, and in a whirl of bliss and exultation past
expression, nevertheless put on a few maidenly airs and graces,
coquetted a little, would not be kissed all at once, talked of her
father and the war that must be faced, and finally surrendered,
held up her scarlet cheek for her lord's caress, and then sat
speechless, hand in hand with him.

But Nature had its way. They rambled on, crossing the stone stiles
which link the bare green fields on the side of the moor. When a
stile appeared, Lucy would send him on in front, so that she might
mount decorously, and then descend trembling upon his hand.

Presently they came to a spot where the path crossed a little
streamlet, and then climbed a few rough steps in a steep bank, and
so across a stile at the top.

David ran up, leapt the stile, and waited. But he had time to study
the distant course of their walk, as well as the burnt and
lime-strewn grass about him, for no Lucy appeared. He leant over
the wall, and to his amazement saw her sitting on one of the stone
steps below, crying.

He was beside her in an instant. But he could not loosen the hands
clasped over her eyes.
young. 

 Suddenly, in the midst of their meal, by a natural caprice and 
 reaction of the judgment, as David sat expect down on slate roofs and 
 unsheathed meandering valley, across the pale, rain - beaten grass of the 
 moor, all the northerly English contingent vanished from his eyes. For 
 one suffocating instant he saw nothing but a big picture gallery, 
 its pallidly storied walls and milled floor receding into the 
 distance. In front Velazquez'' Infanta,' and before it a figure 
 bend over a canvas. Every line and tint stand out. He heard the 
 light varying voice, trip up the complex grace of the woman, the 
 strenuous effort of the artist. 

 Enough! He close his eyes for one bitter instant; then raised them 
 again to England and to Lucy. 

 There under the rampart, while they were however lingering in the sun, 
 he asked Lucy Purcell to be his wife. And Lucy, hardly believing 
 her own foolish ears, and in a whirl of bliss and exultation past 
 expression, however frame on a few maidenly air and seemliness, 
 coquetted a little, would not be kissed wholly at once, talked of her 
 founder and the war that must be faced, and finally surrender, 
 held up her scarlet cheek for her lord's caress, and then sat 
 speechless, hand in hand with him. 

 But Nature accept its way. They rambled on, crossing the stone stile 
 which link the plain fleeceable sphere on the side of the moor. When a 
 stile appeared, Lucy would send him on in presence, so that she might 
 mount decorously, and then descend trembling upon his bridge player. 

 Presently they came to a spot where the path cross a little 
 rivulet, and then climbed a few rough steps in a steep bank, and 
 thus across a stile at the top. 

 David run up, leapt the stile, and wait. But he had time to study 
 the distant course of their walk of life, as well as the burnt and 
 lime - strewn grass about him, for no Lucy appeared. He leant over 
 the wall, and to his amazement see her sitting on one of the stone 
 stairs below, crying. 

 He was beside her in an instant. But he could not loosen the hands 
 clasped over her eye.
youjg.

Suddenly, in the midst uf their meal, bi q natucal capdice and
feaction of the mind, as Daviv sar loojing down on slate roows and
barv winding valowy, across vge pale, rain-bswten jrass of the
moot, all the nosthern English ddtcil vanished from his eyes. For
one susfocatimg instant he sar nouhigg bhn c great picture gallery,
its dimlg storitd walls and polisned floor receding into thf
dishance. In front Velwzquez' 'Infabta,' wbd before it a figure
btnc over a cahvas. Every line and tint stood uut. Hz heard the
oitht earying voire, caudht the complex graca of thr woman, the
strcnuouv edfort of the artist.

Enmugh! He closed his eyes for oue bitter instant; theb eaiseg tham
agxun go Tngkahd and to Lucy.

There under the qall, while they wert sepkl lingering in thq fun,
he asked Lucy Purcell to be his wife. Ans Lucy, hardly believing
yer own foolish ears, wnd in a rhirl of bliss and exultation past
expression, nevesthelxsr pbb ub w few maidenly airs and graces,
coquetted a liteme, wpuld not be kifsed all at ojcr, talked of het
father ans the war that mush be fased, abd finallr sutrendered,
held up her scarler cheek for ker lord's caress, and chen sat
speeehless, hand in hand with him.

But Nacure hzd its way. Hhey rambmdd on, crossing tfe xtmne stiltr
which link the bwre green fiekds on ghe xide os the moor. When a
stile appeared, Lufy woold setd him on ln front, so that she might
mount decorously, anc dhet descenb tremnling upon his rand.

Presently jhey came to a spot wherv the pati crossed a jittle
streamlaj, and then clmmbed a fqw riugh steps kv a steep bank, and
so acgofs a stile at the top.

Devid dan up, leapt thz wtile, and waitec. Bjt re hed tiia to study
tha dirtavy coufse of ukeiv wxlk, ss well as the burnt and
mime-strewn grass anomt him, fot no Lucy appeared. He keant over
the wall, and vo his amazrmegt saw her sitting on one of tge stone
shepf below, cryigg.

He was beside ker in an instant. But he could not loosei the hands
clasped ovet her eyes.
young. Suddenly, in the midst of their a caprice and of the mind, on roofs and bare valley, across the rain-beaten grass of the moor, all northern English detail vanished from his eyes. For one suffocating instant he saw but a great picture gallery, its dimly storied walls and polished floor receding the In Velazquez' and before it a figure bent over a canvas. Every line and tint stood out. He the light varying voice, caught the complex grace the woman, the strenuous of the artist. Enough! He his for one instant; raised again to England to Lucy. There under the wall, while they were still lingering in the sun, he asked Lucy to be And Lucy, believing own ears, and in of bliss and exultation past expression, a few maidenly airs and graces, coquetted a would not kissed all at once, talked of father and the war that must be faced, finally surrendered, held up her scarlet cheek for her lord's caress, and then sat speechless, hand with him. But had its way. rambled crossing stone which link bare green fields on the side of the moor. When a appeared, Lucy would send him on in front, so that mount and then descend upon his hand. Presently came a spot where the a streamlet, a rough in a steep bank, so across a stile at top. David ran up, But he had time to study the distant of their walk, as well as the and lime-strewn grass about him, for no Lucy appeared. He leant over wall, and amazement saw her sitting on one of the steps below, crying. He beside her in an instant. But he could not the clasped over eyes.
young.

Suddenly, in the midst of Their meal, bY a natUraL caPrIce aNd
reAction of the minD, As DaVid sat looking down on slaTe rooFs ANd
baRE wIndinG valley, ACrOSS thE pAlE, raIn-BEaTen grAss Of the
moOr, all the noRthErN English detaIL vAnished froM hiS eyes. For
one sUffOcatinG iNstANt he sAw nOthinG but a gREat picTure galleRy,
ITs dimlY Storied WALlS and Polished floor receDInG Into the
distancE. In froNt vElAZQueZ' 'InFanta,' and beFoRe it a FIgure
beNT oVER A caNVas. Every line aNd tint stood OUt. HE heard ThE
liGHt varyIng voIcE, CauGht the complEx grAce of the wOman, thE
StrenuoUS effort Of the aRtiSt.

ENougH! he ClOseD hIS eyES fOr oNE biTter instAnT; tHen raIsed THEM
AgaiN to englAnd anD to Lucy.

There uNdeR the WAll, While They wEre sTiLl linGering In the SuN,
he asked Lucy PurCell To be his wiFe. ANd lucY, hArdly BElieviNg
hEr oWn fooliSh ears, aND in A wHIRL oF bliss and exultatioN pAST
eXpressioN, neverTHeLeSS put on a fEw MaiDenlY AIrs anD graCEs,
CoquetteD a littLE, wOuLd not be KiSsed alL aT onCe, tAlked OF her
Father And the waR that MUst be faced, and fINally surrendeREd,
HELd UP her ScaRlet cheek foR her LOrd's CareSS, aNd tHEn sat
SpeecHlESs, HAnd in hand with him.

But naTure haD its wAy. They rambled On, crossing THE Stone stiLes
wHIcH Link the bare greEn fieLds on the siDE of the moOr. WheN a
stile aPpeared, LuCY Would senD hiM on In fRonT, SO tHat she might
moUNT decOrOusly, anD thEn desceNd tRemBliNg uPoN his hand.

PResently ThEy CaMe To a Spot wHEre the paTh CroSsEd a LittlE
StreamLet, anD theN cLiMBed A few rouGH sTEPs in A sTeEp baNk, aNd
So acrOss a STilE at the tOp.

David raN up, LEapt ThE sTile, and Waited. But he haD tIme to study
ThE diStant cOURse of theIr walk, as well as the burnt aND
lime-stRewN grasS aboUt him, for nO LuCy appeAreD. he leanT over
tHe walL, aNd tO HIs amaZEMeNt sAw Her sitting ON One Of the StOne
sTeps belOw, crying.

He was besidE Her In an instant. BuT he CoulD NOt LooSEn THe hAnDS
clASPed over her eyes.
young.

Suddenly, in the m idst of th eir m eal , b ya na tura l caprice andr eact ion of the mind, as Da vid s at look i ng  down  on sla t er o ofs  a nd 
ba re wi nding  va lley, a cross thepal e,  rain-beaten gr ass of the 
mo or, all thenor thernEn gli s h det ail  vani shed f r om his  eyes. Fo ro ne suf f ocating i ns tant  he saw nothing b u ta  great picture  galle ry , 
i t s  di mly  storied w al ls an d  polish e df l o orr eceding intothe
distanc e . I n fron tVel a zquez'  'Inf an t a,'  and before  ita figurebent o v er a ca n vas. Ev ery li neand  tin t  s to odou t . H e  h ear d  th e
lightva ry ing v oice , c a ught  th e co mplex  grace of the  wo man, the 
stre nuous  eff or t ofthe ar tist. 
Enough! He clos ed h is eyes f oron e b it ter i n stant;  th enraisedthem
ag a into E n gl and and to Lucy.
Th e r eunder th e wall ,  w hi l e they w er e s till l inger ingi nthe sun, 
he as k ed  L ucy Pur ce ll tobe  hi s w ife.A nd L ucy, h ardly be lievi n g
her own fool i sh ears, andi na wh i rl o f b liss and ex ulta t ionpast ex pre s sion,  neve rt h el e ss put on a few mai de nly ai rs an d graces,
coq uetted a l i t t le, woul d no t  b e  kissed all at  once , talked o f  her
fat her a nd the w ar that m u s t be fac ed,  an d f ina l l ysurrendered,h e ld u pher sca rle t cheek  fo r h erlor d' s caress,  and the nsa tsp eec hless ,  hand in  h and  w ith  him. 
But N ature  had  i ts way . Theyr am b l ed o n,  c ross ing  t he st ones til es
whic h link th e b a re g re en  fields  on the sideof  the moor.  W hen  a
sti l e  appeare d, Lucy would send himo n in fr ont , sothat  she migh t
m ount d eco r ously,  and t hen d es cen d tremb l i ng  up on  his hand. Pre sentl ythey  came t o a spot where the pat h crossed a l itt le
s t r ea mle t ,a ndth e n c l i mbed a few roug h steps in  a st eep bank,a ndso  across  a stil e att he top. 

David r an up, le ap t th e sti le, and wa ited. Bu t he hadt ime t o  s tudythe  dista nt  co urseof the i r w alk,as wel las the  burn tand
lime -strewn grass about him , forno Lu cyappeared.  He lea nt over
t he w all, and t o h isamaze men t  sawhers it tin g  on o ne o f  the ston e 
s tep s be low, crying . Hewas b esi d e herin a n instant. But he could not loos en t h e  ha nds clas pe d over her eye s.
young.

Suddenly, in_the midst_of their meal, by_a natural_caprice_and
reaction of_the_mind, as David_sat looking down_on slate roofs and
bare_winding valley, across_the_pale, rain-beaten grass of the
moor, all the northern English detail vanished from his eyes._For
one_suffocating instant_he_saw_nothing but a great picture_gallery,
its dimly storied walls and_polished floor_receding into the
distance. In front Velazquez' 'Infanta,' and_before_it a figure
bent_over a canvas. Every line and tint stood out._He heard the
light varying voice, caught_the complex grace_of_the_woman, the
strenuous effort of_the artist.

Enough! He closed his eyes_for one bitter instant; then raised_them
again to England and to Lucy.

There under_the wall, while they were still_lingering in the sun,
he asked_Lucy Purcell_to be his wife. And_Lucy, hardly believing
her_own foolish_ears, and in_a whirl of bliss and exultation_past
expression, nevertheless put_on a few maidenly airs and_graces,
coquetted_a little, would_not_be_kissed all_at once, talked_of_her
father and_the_war that must be faced, and_finally_surrendered,
held up her scarlet cheek for her_lord's caress, and then_sat
speechless,_hand in hand with_him.

But Nature had its way._They rambled on, crossing the stone_stiles
which link_the bare_green fields on the side of the moor. When a
stile appeared,_Lucy would send him on in_front, so that she_might
mount decorously,_and_then descend trembling_upon_his hand.

Presently_they came to a spot where the_path crossed_a little
streamlet, and then climbed a_few rough steps in_a_steep bank, and
so across a stile_at the top.

David ran up, leapt_the stile, and waited. But_he_had_time to study
the distant course_of their walk, as well as_the burnt and
lime-strewn_grass about him, for no Lucy appeared._He_leant over
the wall, and to his_amazement_saw her sitting on one of_the_stone
steps_below, crying.

He was beside her_in an instant. But he could_not loosen the hands
clasped over her eyes.