. Dare . ile she was a warm-hearted, impulsivewoman, with an especial aversion to being dictatedto—two kinds of character ore which would re-quire a vast deal of smelting through fiery trials toproduce amalgamation. Life had been to Dare a pleasant stretch ofmeadow land, full of fragrance of flower blossom andradiance of bird songs ; a land wherein the sun wasnever dimmed. Very few obnoxious weeds hadever grown in her pathway, and such as she foundwere easily rooted out and cast away. Her naturewas like a new pasture—strong but untried. Whatthe yield might be, after the plowing, was un-known.
. Dare . ile she was a warm-hearted, impulsivewoman, with an especial aversion to being dictatedto—two kinds of character ore which would re-quire a vast deal of smelting through fiery trials toproduce amalgamation. Life had been to Dare a pleasant stretch ofmeadow land, full of fragrance of flower blossom andradiance of bird songs ; a land wherein the sun wasnever dimmed. Very few obnoxious weeds hadever grown in her pathway, and such as she foundwere easily rooted out and cast away. Her naturewas like a new pasture—strong but untried. Whatthe yield might be, after the plowing, was un-known. Hugh Dartmores life had led him amid sloughsof despond and brakes of despair. He had passedthrough them all, scarred, it is true, and had finallyattained the restful uplands by strength of will; 56 DARE. Still the air was tainted with the malaria of the past—the mire would cling. He had become a pure fatalist, drifting carelesslywith the tide, unheeding where it might strandhim, oblivious of the end.
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