The yellow book, an illustrated quarterly Volume 9 . nd soared : Hands have high ways, hed said. I leant back, straight and stiff, against the reins, Yet pressed her when she slackened ; half afraidTo hear my heart beat; till the grass-grooved lanes—(Hearts have by-ways, hed said), Dulled By Francis Prevost 31 Dulled the hoof-hammers : up the beech-bowered chase, My face against her glossy neck I laid,And, with the palm he had kissed, sped fast her pace :« Hands hold their fires, hed said. Her hot breath jetted through my ruffled hair, The loose mane on my cheek beat out her tread,And so we cl

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The yellow book, an illustrated quarterly Volume 9 . nd soared : Hands have high ways, hed said. I leant back, straight and stiff, against the reins, Yet pressed her when she slackened ; half afraidTo hear my heart beat; till the grass-grooved lanes—(Hearts have by-ways, hed said), Dulled By Francis Prevost 31 Dulled the hoof-hammers : up the beech-bowered chase, My face against her glossy neck I laid,And, with the palm he had kissed, sped fast her pace :« Hands hold their fires, hed said. Her hot breath jetted through my ruffled hair, The loose mane on my cheek beat out her tread,And so we cleared the park ditch. (Would I dareTo risk my heart ? hed said.) And, thence, walked slowly oer the withered brake,While still his questioning face before me fled,And where he had leaned his head my arm would ache : Hearts ache and break, he had said. The Grange gleamed out; within its hall I found, Scattered and torn, my letters lying—read !My lord sat in the card-room, muffled round ; Ive taken cold, he said. Study of Trees By Mary J. Newill.

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