The Flame-Flower

  
 
  
  
 
 
 
  
  

i QVAN and Honora stood hand
fies) in hand on the inlaid floor of
= the great house. “ ‘Here we
&e will dwell when we are wed,”
said Evan; “for the house is
mine. Licinius has departed,
and returns no more; and, at
his parting, he gave it me for
the love he bore me and the

service I had done him, and
_ my father before me.”

But the great house was
desolate, and falling to de-
cay. In the fore-court the

MS orass grew green between
the stones, and the painted stucco of the
pillars around had peeled off in great flakes,

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