. Dare . Yale. You have stumbled across a goodchance for missionary endeavors. Like Alexander,you have sighed for worlds to conquor. Fate hasplaced two men in your pathway. I hope I can in time reply with the trite Caesar-ian motto, Veni^ vidi— Spare us the rest. Jack held up his hand insimulated horror. It recalls too vividly to my mindpeach-tree twigs and Gallia est omnis.^ The firstline was always a stumbler to my infantile mind. The wind which had raged all night subsided 36 DARE. into a gentle moan, but Dare could not sleep whenshe reached her room. When she closed her eyes,visions of tal
. Dare . Yale. You have stumbled across a goodchance for missionary endeavors. Like Alexander,you have sighed for worlds to conquor. Fate hasplaced two men in your pathway. I hope I can in time reply with the trite Caesar-ian motto, Veni^ vidi— Spare us the rest. Jack held up his hand insimulated horror. It recalls too vividly to my mindpeach-tree twigs and Gallia est omnis.^ The firstline was always a stumbler to my infantile mind. The wind which had raged all night subsided 36 DARE. into a gentle moan, but Dare could not sleep whenshe reached her room. When she closed her eyes,visions of tall and short individuals, arrayed in sav-age attire, ranged themselves around the room;while she seemed to be the instructress, and issuedrewards of merit in the shape of choice etchings. Towards daylight she dropped into a sound sleep,and not even the thunder of a hundred passingmilk-wagons engaged in their matutinal dispensationof the watery fluid could awaken her. She sleptthe sleep of the
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