. The master of Marton . tops, all steeped in shadow and repose; and then 336 THE MASTER OF MARTON. up towards the star-strewn heavens, and felt theirpeaceful influence steal into her soul. Herrestless mood fell all away. Her dim, entangledthoughts drew themselves into harmony andorder. Folded thus in the bosom of Infinitude,how could she feel otherwise than calm ? And all this time, through the evening hushshe heard, like a perpetual refrain, the words ofthat old ballad ringing in her ears, and the tonesof Leonards voice as he stood beside her singingthem. They sounded above the rattle of the
. The master of Marton . tops, all steeped in shadow and repose; and then 336 THE MASTER OF MARTON. up towards the star-strewn heavens, and felt theirpeaceful influence steal into her soul. Herrestless mood fell all away. Her dim, entangledthoughts drew themselves into harmony andorder. Folded thus in the bosom of Infinitude,how could she feel otherwise than calm ? And all this time, through the evening hushshe heard, like a perpetual refrain, the words ofthat old ballad ringing in her ears, and the tonesof Leonards voice as he stood beside her singingthem. They sounded above the rattle of thewheels along the stony road; they rang on still,those words that at any other time would havebeen forgotten as soon as heard. But to-nightthey had spoken to her with a voice to which shecould not choose but listen, and far away in thedepth of her heart she heard the low, soft answerbreathing forth. She looked into the face of theangel that had troubled the waters of her soul,and she knew that it was Love. END OF VOL.
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