with you. . “I WILL be arrested! I WON’T go home!” the little old lady was screaming over and over again. It was a spring-tide at half ebb; and the current, which was running fast and furiously, bore him instantly away. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. But was it Faith? That is what she was this day going to find out.
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