The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. But as Rowland sprang to the helm, and gave the signal for pursuit, a roar like a volley of ordnance was heard aloft, and the wind again burst its bondage. Instead her point disengaged, dropped, and then the sword came up again and banged, flatbladed, onto Gosse’s wrist with such force that his own blade dropped from his grasp. For a moment she thought of saying yes, and then filled with shame. Wood had been my father, as well as yours. For fifteen years!—so long as I can remember! All I wanted was a little love, a caress now and then. . Then perhaps it is Prudence?’ ‘Oh la la! That is not me at all. She was my first love.
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