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Euniceyour spirit's filled This tree.
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the leaves like falling fire.
XXX
The widesun-winged June morning spread itself Over the quiet
garden. And they packed Full twenty baskets with the fruit. "My shelf
Of cordials will be stored with what it lacked. In futurenone of us will
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drink strong aleBut cherry-brandy." "Vastly goodI vow And
Gervase gave the tree another shake. The cherries seemed to flow Out of
the sky in cloudfuls
like blown hail. Swift Lady Eunice ran
her
farthingale
Unnoticed
tangling in a fallen rake.
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She gave a little cry and fell quite prone In the long grass
and lay
there very still. Gervase leapt from the tree at her soft moan
And
kneeling over her
with clumsy skill Unloosed her bodice
fanned her with
his hat
And his unguarded lips pronounced his heart. Eunicemy
Dearest Girlwhere are you hurt?" His trembling fingers dart Over her
limbs seeking some wound. She strove To answeropened wide her eyes
above Her knelt Sir Everardwith face alert.
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Her eyelids fell again at that sweet sightMyyilai:
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