Again, in that blissful solitude the young girl lost the convention of her prim, narrow upbringing, and told me in a natural, dreamy way of the loneliness of her new life. Again, we sat in the cool shade, with the myriad noises of nature both without and within our bower merging into that drowsy hum in whose sufficing environment the great world with its disturbing trouble, and its more disturbing joys, can be effectually forgotten. Again, the water looked golden-brown under the canopy of translucent green and the grassy bank was of emerald hue. It is thus that life is bittersweet, and that which has been done becomes eternal.Īgain, the light skiff, ceasing to shoot through the lazy water as when the oars flashed and dripped, glided out of the fierce July sunlight into the cool shade of the great drooping willow branches-I standing up in the swaying boat, she sitting still and with deft fingers guarding herself from stray twigs or the freedom of the resilience of moving boughs.
It is in such a wise that memory plays its pranks for good or ill for pleasure or pain for weal or woe. It all seemed so real that I could hardly imagine that it had ever occurred before and yet each episode came, not as a fresh step in the logic of things, but as something expected.
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