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lifting the pretty pointed leaves that had grown so
limp, and the purple bells that hung their heads ;
then, with a quick movement of horror, Ruby flung
the garland wildly from him as far as his strength
would send it. -

It fell into the running stream and was whirled
away in its eddies.

The lily looked at Pearl; he was sick at heart.
But nothing worse happened.

-The little red marks upon her neck began to die
away, and the colour came back to her cheek.

. “Come,” said Ruby again, “let us go and play.”

He gave her his hand, and they tripped away across
the turf as they were wont to do.

Ruby had been away from Pearl for three days,
hunting over the mountains with the stags, and Pearl
had looked forward to this morning’s sport with her
brother again, for she was very fond of Ruby.

They went down to the river’s edge, and stepped
into the water.

When there were two of them, they could make

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