the golden fleece-第22章

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ck…haired　sons　gathered　about　her　knees；　she　was　wont　to　warn　them　sagely　against　the　un…American　absurdity　of　fearing　to　work　for　their　living；　or　being　ashamed　to　have　it　known。

But　the　married　life　of　Miriam　and　Harvey　Freeman　was　characteristically　American　in　its　happiness。　　The　representatives　of　the　oldest　and　of　the　latest　inhabitants　of　this　continent；　their　union　seemed　to　produce　the　flower　of　what　was　best　in　both。　　Their　wedding　is　still　remembered　in　that　region；　as　being　everything　that　a　Southern　Californian　wedding　should　be；　and　the　bride；　as　she　stood　at　the　altar；　looked　what　she　was；　one　of　those　women　who；　more　than　anything　else　in　this　world；　are　fitted　to　bring　back　to　earth　the　gentle　splendors　of　the　Garden　of　Eden。　　In　her　dark　eyes；　as　she　fixed　them　upon　Freeman；　there　was　a　mystic　light；　telling　of　fathomless　depths　of　tenderness　and　intelligence：　it　seemed　to　her　husband　that　love　had　expanded　and　uplifted　her；　or　perhaps　that　other　spirit　in　her；　which　had　battled　with　her　own；　had　now　become　reconciled；　and　therefore　yielded　up　whatever　it　had　of　good　and　noble　to　aggrandize　the　gentle　victory　of　its　conqueror。　　Somehow；　somewhere；　in　Miriam's　nature；　Semitzin　lived；　and；　as　a　symbol　of　the　peace　and　atonement　that　were　the　issue　of　her　strange　interior　story；　her　husband　preserves　with　reverence　and　affection　the　mysterious　garment　called　the　Golden　Fleece。







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