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And     made    the  fish…line   hum;    and   bent  the   rod   Almost     to  snapping。 

Care The young man took against the twigs; with slight; Deft movements 

he kept fish and line in tight            Obedience to his will with every prod。 

                                              IX 

     He   lay   there;   and   the   fish   hung   just   beyond。 He   seemed   uncertain 

what   more   he   should   do。   He   drew   back;   pulled   the   rod   to   correspond; 

Tossed   it   and   caught   it;   every  time   he   threw;   He   caught   it   nearer   to   the 

point。     At    last  The     fish  was    near   enough     to  touch。    He     paused。 

Eunice     knew     well  the   craft     〃What's     got  the   thing!〃    She    cried。 

〃What can have caused  Where is his net?                 The moment will be past。 



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The   fish   will   wriggle  free。〃   She   stopped    aghast。        He   turned    and 

bowed。     One arm was in a sling。 

                                             X 

     The broad; black ribbon she had thought his basket             Must hang from; 

held   instead   a   useless   arm。   〃I   do   not   wonder;   Madam;   that   you   ask   it。〃 

He smiled; for she had spoke aloud。          〃The charm Of trout fishing is in my 

eyes    enhanced      When      you   must    play  your    fish  on   land   as  well。〃 

〃How will you take him?〃 Eunice asked。              〃In truth    I really cannot tell。 

'Twas stupid of me; but it simply chanced I never thought of that until he 

glanced         Into the branches。      'Tis a bit uncouth。〃 

                                             XI 

    He watched the fish against the blowing sky;            Writhing and glittering; 

pulling at the line。 〃The hook is fast; I might just let him die;〃         He mused。 

〃But that would jar against your fine Sense of true sportsmanship; I know 

it would;〃     Cried Eunice。      〃Let me do it。〃     Swift and light          She ran 

towards him。      〃It is so long now       Since I have felt a bite; I lost all heart 

for everything。〃      She stood; Supple and strong; beside him; and her blood 

Tingled her lissom body to a glow。 

                                            XII 

     She   quickly  seized   the   fish   and   with   a   stone Ended   its   flurry;   then 

removed the hook; Untied the fly with well…poised fingers。               Done;     She 

asked him where he kept his fishing…book。 He pointed to a coat flung on 

the    ground。      She    searched     the   pockets;    found    a  shagreen     case; 

Replaced the fly; noticed a golden stamp            Filling the middle space。 Two 

letters   half   rubbed   out   were   there;   and   round   About   them   gay   rococo 

flowers wound            And tossed a spray of roses to the clamp。 

                                            XIII 

     The Lady Eunice puzzled over these。           〃G。 D。〃 the young man gravely 

said。    〃My name Is Gervase Deane。           Your servant; if you please。〃       〃Oh; 

Sir; indeed I know you; for your fame For exploits in the field has reached 

my   ears。    I   did   not   know   you   wounded   and   returned。〃        〃But   just 

come back; Madam。          A silly prick      To gain me such unearned Holiday 

making。     And you; it appears; Must be Sir Everard's lady。            And my fears 

At being caught a…trespassing were quick。〃 



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                                           XIV 

    He looked so rueful that she laughed out loud。           〃You are forgiven; Mr。 

Deane。     Even   more;   I   offer   you   the   fishing;   and   am   proud That   you 

should find it pleasant from this shore。 Nobody fishes now; my husband 

used    To angle daily; and I too with him。             He loved the spotted trout; 

and   pike;   and   dace。  He   even   had   a   whim   That   flies   my   fingers   tied 

swiftly confused The greater fish。         And he must be excused;               Love 

weaves odd fancies in a lonely place。〃 

                                            XV 

     She sighed because it seemed so long ago;           Those days with Everard; 

unthinking took The path back to the orchard。           Strolling so     She walked; 

and he beside her。       In a nook Where a stone seat withdrew beneath low 

boughs;      Full…blossomed;      hummed      with   bees;   they   sat  them    down。 

She    questioned    him   about   the  war;  the  share   Her    husband    had;   and 

grown Eager by his clear answers; straight allows Her hidden hopes and 

fears   to   speak;   and   rouse     Her   numbed   love;   which   had   slumbered 

unaware。 

                                           XVI 

    Under      the  orchard    trees  daffodils   danced     And     jostled;  turning 

sideways to the wind。 A dropping cherry petal softly glanced                Over her 

hair;   and   slid   away   behind。  At   the   far   end   through   twisted   cherry…trees 

The old house glowed; geranium…hued; with bricks                    Bloomed in the 

sun like roses; low and long;       Gabled; and with quaint tricks Of chimneys 

carved and fretted。      Out of these Grey smoke was shaken; which the faint 

Spring breeze          Tossed into nothing。       Then a thrush's song 

                                           XVII 

    Needled   its   way   through   sound   of   bees   and   river。 The   notes   fell; 

round and starred; between young leaves; Trilled to a spiral lilt; stopped on 

a quiver。    The Lady Eunice listens and believes。 Gervase has many tales 

of her dear Lord;      His bravery; his knowledge; his charmed life。               She 

quite   forgets   who's   speaking   in   the   gladness Of   being   this   man's   wife。 

Gervase is wounded; grave indeed; the word Is kindly said; but to a softer 

chord         She strings her voice to ask with wistful sadness; 

                                          XVIII 



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     〃And is Sir Everard still unscathed?         I fain   Would know the truth。〃 

〃Quite well; dear Lady; quite。〃 She smiled in her content。            〃So many slain; 

You must forgive me for a little fright。〃 And he forgave her; not alone for 

that;    But    because    she   was   fingering   his   heart;        Pressing     and 

squeezing      it;  and  thinking   so   Only     to  ease   her  smart   Of   painful; 

apprehensive      longing。    At    Their  feet  the   river  swirled   and   chucked。 

They sat         An hour there。      The thrush flew to and fro。 

                                           XIX 

    The Lady Eunice supped alone that day;            As always since Sir Everard 

had gone; In the oak…panelled parlour; whose array             Of faded portraits in 

carved mouldings shone。 Warriors and ladies; armoured; ruffed; peruked。 

Van    Dykes    with   long;  slim   fingers;  Holbeins;    stout        And    heavy… 

featured; and one Rubens dame;           A peony just burst out; With flaunting; 

crimson flesh。     Eunice rebuked Her thoughts of gentler blood; when these 

had duked          It with the best; and scorned to change their name。 

                                            XX 

    A sturdy family; and old besides;         Much older than her own; the Earls 

of Crowe。 Since Saxon days; these men had sought their brides                 Among 

the highest born; but always so; Taking them to themselves; their wealth; 

their lands;    But never their titles。     Stern perhaps; but strong;             The 

Framptons   fed   their   blood   from  richest   streams;   Scorn

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