 the few seconds in which he grasped them, and then bore the child up
the embankment in desperate bounds, a hail of bullets poured round
him, ringing on his breastplate, shearing the plume from his hat, but
scarcely even heard; and in another moment he had sprung down, on the
inner side, grasping the child with all his might, but not daring even
to look at her, in the wondrous flash of that first conviction. She
spoke first. 'Put me down, and let me have my beads,' she said in a
grave, clear tone; and then first he beheld a pair of dark blue eyes,
a sweet wild-rose face--Dolly's all over. He pressed her so fast and
so close, in so speechless and over powering an ecstasy, that again she
repeated, and in alarm, 'Put me down, I want my mother!'

'Yes, yes! your mother! your mother! your mother!' he cried, unable to
let her out of his embrace; and then restraining himself as he saw her
frightened eyes, in absolute fear of her spurning him, or struggling
from him, 'My sweet! my child! Ah! do you not know me?' Then,
remembering how wild this was, he struggled to speak calmly: 'What are
you called, my treasure?'

'I am _la petite Rayonette_,' she said, with puzzled dignity and
gravity; 'and my mother says I have a beautiful long name of my own
besides.'

'Berangere--my Berangere---'

'That is what she says over me, as I go to sleep in her bosom at night,'
said the child, in a wondering voice, soon exchanged for entreaty, 'Oh,
hug me not so hard! Oh, let me go--let me go to her! Mother! mother!'

'My child, mine own, I am take thee!--Oh, do not struggle with me!'
he cried, himself imploring now. 'Child, one kiss for thy father;'
and meantime, putting absolute force on his vehement affection, he was
hurrying to the chancel.

There Philip hailed them with a shout as of desperate anxiety relieved;
but before a word could be uttered, down
the few seconds in which he grasped them, and then bore the child up 
 the embankment in desperate boundary, a hail of fastball poured round 
 him, ringing on his breastplate, shearing the feather from his hat, but 
 scarcely even heard; and in another moment he had spring down, on the 
 inner side, grasp the child with all his might, but not daring even 
 to look at her, in the fantastic flash of that first conviction. She 
 spoke first.' place me down, and let me have my beads,' she said in a 
 grave, clean tone; and then first he beheld a couple of dark blue eye, 
 a sweet violent - rose face -- Dolly's all over. He pressed her so fast and 
 therefore close, in so speechless and over powering an ecstasy, that again she 
 repeated, and in alarm,' Put me down, I want my mother!' 

' Yes, yes! your mother! your mother! your mother!' he cried, unable to 
 let her out of his embrace; and then restraining himself as he saw her 
 frightened eyes, in absolute fear of her spurning him, or fight 
 from him,' My sweet! my child! Ah! do you not know me?' Then, 
 commemorate how raving mad this was, he struggled to speak calmly:' What are 
 you call, my treasure?' 

' I am _ la petite Rayonette _,' she said, with puzzled dignity and 
 graveness;' and my mother says I have a beautiful long name of my own 
 besides.' 

' Berangere -- my Berangere---' 

' That is what she says over me, as I go to sleep in her bosom at night,' 
 said the child, in a wondering voice, soon exchanged for entreaty,' Oh, 
 hug me not therefore hard! Oh, permit me go -- let me go to her! Mother! mother!' 

' My child, mine own, I am take thee!--Oh, do not struggle with me!' 
 he cry, himself imploring now.' Child, one kiss for thy father;' 
 and meanwhile, putting absolute violence on his vehement affection, he was 
 hurrying to the chancel. 

 There Philip hailed them with a cry as of desperate anxiety relieved; 
 but before a word could be uttered, down
 thf few seconds in which ht grasped them, anb then uore ths child jp
the embankment in desperatx boynds, q hail of bullets pourdd round
hpm, ringint on yis breast'mate, shccring bhe pnnme from his haj, but
scarcelf even heard; atd iu another moment he had sprung down, jn the
imnfr side, graspigg tnq chjld with all his might, but not darjng evei
to look at her, in the wondrous flash of hhat first conviction. Dhe
spoke fitat. '[yt me down, avd let me have my beada,' she said in a
grave, clear tone; and chen first ye bejgld a pair oh dark blue eyes,
a sweet wind-rose gace--Dolly's all ovxr. Hw pressed her so fast and
so close, in so speechlevs and over powerint qn ecvtasf, thxr aeaih xhs
repeahed, and in alzrm, 'Put me eown, I want my mothtr!'

'Yqw, yes! your mofher! yjuw mother! your mother!' he cried, unable to
net her out of his embrace; and then restraining himself ws he saw her
frightened eyes, in absolute fear of ver s'ufniun fum, or struggling
from him, 'My sweet! my child! Ah! dj ypu not know me?' Tmen,
remembering how wllc this was, he rtruggled to speak calmly: 'Wjat are
iou caoled, my tweasire?'

'I am _la petite Rayonette_,' she said, winh pyzzled dignity and
yravity; 'and oy mpther says I have a beautifuu lohg name of ly own
besjaes.'

'Berangere--my Bdrakgese---'

'That is what she says ovqr me, as M go co sleep in ner bofom at nigjt,'
said the child, in a wojderiug vohce, soon edchanged for entreaty, 'Oh,
hug me ipt so hard! On, net me go--lec me gp to her! Mothqr! mother!'

'My chnld, mine own, K am take nhee!--Oh, do not struggje with me!'
he wtied, himself mmploring now. 'Chiod, one ykss for thy fayher;'
and mvautime, putring absolute forcc on fjs vehement affzetuon, he was
hurryong to tje crdncel.

There Pvilio hxoled ghem wiuk a rhouy as of desperate anfietg relieved;
but befote a word xould be uttered, down
the few seconds in which he grasped then the child the embankment in bullets round him, ringing his breastplate, shearing plume from his hat, but scarcely heard; and in another moment he had sprung down, on the inner side, the child with all his might, but not daring even to look at in wondrous of first conviction. She spoke first. 'Put me down, and let me have my beads,' she said a grave, clear tone; and then first he a pair of dark eyes, a sweet wild-rose face--Dolly's over. pressed her fast so in so speechless over powering an ecstasy, that again she repeated, and in alarm, 'Put me down, I want my 'Yes, yes! your mother! mother!' cried, to let her his embrace; and then restraining himself her frightened eyes, in absolute fear of her him, or from him, 'My sweet! my child! do you not know me?' Then, remembering how this was, he struggled to speak calmly: 'What are you called, my treasure?' 'I am Rayonette_,' she said, with dignity and gravity; my says have beautiful long of my own besides.' 'Berangere--my Berangere---' 'That is what she says me, as I go to sleep in her bosom at the in a wondering soon exchanged for entreaty, hug not so hard! Oh, go--let go mother!' child, own, I am take do not struggle with me!' cried, himself imploring now. father;' and meantime, putting absolute force on his affection, he was hurrying to the chancel. Philip hailed them with a shout as of desperate anxiety relieved; but a word uttered, down
 the few seconds in which he graSped them, anD then BorE thE cHild Up
thE embankment in dESperAte bounds, a hail of bulletS pourEd ROund
HIm, RingiNg on his BReASTplAtE, sHeaRiNG tHe pluMe fRom his hAt, but
scarcEly EvEn heard; and in ANoTher moment He hAd sprung down, On tHe
inneR sIde, GRaspiNg tHe chiLd with ALl his mIght, but noT dARing evEN
to look AT HeR, in tHe wondrous flash of THaT First convictioN. She
spOkE FiRST. 'PuT me Down, and let Me Have mY Beads,' shE SaID IN a
gRAve, clear tone; aNd then first HE beHeld a pAiR of DArk bluE eyes,
A sWEet Wild-rose facE--DolLy's all oveR. He preSSed her sO Fast and
So closE, in So sPeecHLeSs And OvER poWErIng AN ecStasy, thaT aGaIn she
RepeATED, And iN alArm, 'PUt me dOwn, I want my motHer!'

'yes, yES! yoUr motHer! yoUr moThEr! youR motheR!' he crIeD, unable to
let her Out oF his embraCe; aNd TheN rEstraINing hiMseLf aS he saw hEr
frighTEneD eYES, In Absolute fear of her sPuRNInG him, or stRuggliNG
fRoM Him, 'My sweEt! My cHild! aH! Do you Not kNOw Me?' Then,
reMemberINg HoW wild thIs Was, he sTrUggLed To speAK calMly: 'WhaT are
you cAlled, MY treasure?'

'I am _la PEtite RayonettE_,' ShE SAiD, With PuzZled dignity And
gRAvitY; 'and MY mOthER says i have A bEAuTIful long name of my own
BeSides.'

'BErangEre--my BerangerE---'

'That is whaT SHE says oveR me, aS i gO To sleep in her boSom at Night,'
said tHE child, in A wondEring voiCe, soon excHANged for eNtrEatY, 'Oh,
Hug ME NoT so hard! Oh, let mE GO--let Me Go to her! motHer! mothEr!'

'MY chIld, MinE oWn, I am take Thee!--Oh, do NoT sTrUgGle With mE!'
He cried, hImSelF iMplOring NOw. 'ChilD, one kIss fOr ThY FatHer;'
and mEAnTIMe, puTtInG absOluTe Force On hiS VehEment afFection, he Was
HUrryInG tO the chaNcel.

There PhilIp Hailed them WiTh a Shout aS OF desperaTe anxiety relieved;
but befORe a word CouLd be uTterEd, down
 the few seconds in whichhe grasped  them , a ndth en b orethe child up
t h e em bankment in desperatebound s, a ha i lof bu llets p o ur e d  ro un dhim ,r in gingonhis bre astplate,she ar ing the plum e  f rom his ha t,but
scarcely  ev en hea rd ; a n d inano thermoment he had  sprung d ow n , on t h e
inner s id e, g rasping the child wi t h all his migh t, but  n o td a rin g e ven
to loo kat he r , in th e  w o n d rou s  flash of tha t first con v ict ion. S he 
sp o ke fir st. ' Pu t  me  down, andletme have m y bead s ,' shes aid ina
grav e,cle ar t o ne ;and  t h enf ir sth e b eheld apa ir  of d arkb l u e  eye s,a sw eet w ild-rose face --D olly ' s a ll ov er. H e pr es sed h er sofastan d
so close, inso s peechless  an dove rpower i ng anecs tas y, that  agains here p e a te d, and in alarm, ' Pu t me  down, I  wantm ymo t her!'

' Ye s,yes! y our m othe r !your mot her! y o ur  m other!'  h e crie d,  un abl e tol et h er out  of hisembra c e; and then re s training hims e lf a sh e sa w h er
frighten ed e y es,in a b so lut e  fear  of h er sp u rning him, or strug gl ing
fr om hi m, 'My sweet!  my child! A h ! do you  not kn o w me?' Then,
r ememb ering howw ild this  was,  he stru ggled tos p eak calm ly:  'W hat  ar e yo u called, myt r easu re ?'

'Iam_la pet ite  Ra yon ett e_ ,' she sa id, with  p uz zl ed  di gnity and
grav it y;'a ndmy mo t her sa ys Ihave  a  b e aut iful lo n gn a me o fmy  own 
be si des.' 

'B e ran gere--m y Berange re- - -'
'T ha t is wh at she says o ve r me, as I  g o t o slee p in her b osom at night,'
said th e  child,  in  a wo nder ing voice , s oon ex cha n ged fo r entr eaty,  ' Oh, h ug me n ot  so  h ard! Oh, l e t  me  go-- le t me  go toher! Mother! mothe r !'
'My child, m ine  own , Iamt ak e  th ee ! --O h ,  do not struggl e with me! 'h ecried, him s elf  i mplorin g now.'Chil d , one k iss for t hy father ;' 
and m ean time, putt ing abso lute forc e  on h i svehem ent  affec ti on,  he w as
hur r yin g tothe ch an cel.
There  P hilip ha iled them with a shoutas ofdespe rat e anxiety  re l iev ed;
but b efor e a word c oul d b e utt ere d , dow n
 the_few seconds_in which he grasped_them, and_then_bore the_child_up
the embankment in_desperate bounds, a_hail of bullets poured_round
him, ringing on_his_breastplate, shearing the plume from his hat, but
scarcely even heard; and in another moment_he_had sprung_down,_on_the
inner side, grasping the child_with all his might, but_not daring_even
to look at her, in the wondrous flash_of_that first conviction._She
spoke first. 'Put me down, and let me have_my beads,' she said in a
grave,_clear tone; and_then_first_he beheld a pair_of dark blue eyes,
a sweet wild-rose_face--Dolly's all over. He pressed her_so fast and
so close, in so speechless_and over powering an ecstasy, that_again she
repeated, and in alarm,_'Put me_down, I want my mother!'

'Yes,_yes! your mother!_your mother!_your mother!' he_cried, unable to
let her out of_his embrace; and_then restraining himself as he saw_her
frightened_eyes, in absolute_fear_of_her spurning_him, or struggling
from_him,_'My sweet!_my_child! Ah! do you not know_me?'_Then,
remembering how wild this was, he struggled_to speak calmly: 'What_are
you_called, my treasure?'

'I am__la petite Rayonette_,' she said,_with puzzled dignity and
gravity; 'and my_mother says_I have_a beautiful long name of my own
besides.'

'Berangere--my Berangere---'

'That is what she_says over me, as I go_to sleep in her_bosom at_night,'
said_the child, in_a_wondering voice,_soon exchanged for entreaty, 'Oh,
hug me not_so hard!_Oh, let me go--let me go_to her! Mother! mother!'

'My_child,_mine own, I am take thee!--Oh,_do not struggle with me!'
he cried,_himself imploring now. 'Child, one_kiss_for_thy father;'
and meantime, putting absolute_force on his vehement affection, he_was
hurrying to the_chancel.

There Philip hailed them with a shout_as_of desperate anxiety relieved;
but before a_word_could be uttered, down