. In the forest of Arden. juJuiiiuu;iiii,inii)ii,LiUja/,l[ ^iiiui!iS! iLuniiiiiII |ijiiiiiiikiii;iji,i,iiiiiid!iiiiiiiai!iirii;it!i:jiii. and I ceased to talk about it save tothose who shared my faith. GraduallyI came to number among my friendsmany who were in the habit of makingfrequent journeys to the Forest, andnot a few who had spent the greaterpart of their lives there. I rememberthe first time I saw Rosalind I sawthe light of the Arden sky in hereyes, the buoyancy of the Arden airin her step, the purity and freedom ofthe Arden life in her nature. We builtour home within sight of
. In the forest of Arden. juJuiiiuu;iiii,inii)ii,LiUja/,l[ ^iiiui!iS! iLuniiiiiII |ijiiiiiiikiii;iji,i,iiiiiid!iiiiiiiai!iirii;it!i:jiii. and I ceased to talk about it save tothose who shared my faith. GraduallyI came to number among my friendsmany who were in the habit of makingfrequent journeys to the Forest, andnot a few who had spent the greaterpart of their lives there. I rememberthe first time I saw Rosalind I sawthe light of the Arden sky in hereyes, the buoyancy of the Arden airin her step, the purity and freedom ofthe Arden life in her nature. We builtour home within sight of the Forest,and there was never a day that wedid not talk about and plan our long-delayed journey thither. After all,^* said Rosalind, on thatfirst glorious morning in Arden, as Ilook back I see that we were alwayson the way here.
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