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For a long time the tender heart remained thus still and quiet; then
her lips moved faintly, and she murmured--
"Oh, it is wrong--I know it is--I ought not to!"
And two tears fell on the child's hand, and on the necklace, which the
fingers held.


CHAPTER XXVII.
PHILOSOPHICAL.

We left our friend Verty slowly going onward toward the western hills,
under the golden autumn sunset, with drooping head and listless arms,
thinking of Redbud and the events of the day, which now was going to
its death in royal purple over the far horizon.
One thought, one image only dwelt in the young man's mind, and what
that thought was, his tell-tale lips clearly revealed:--"Redbud!
Redbud!" they murmured; and the dreamer seemed to be wholly dead to
that splendid scene around him, dreaming of his love.
There are those who speak slightingly of boyhood and its feelings,
scoffing at the early yearnings of the heart, and finding only food
for jest in those innocent and childish raptures and regrets.


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