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, and pair off, lose ourselves by accident, and all that sort of thing. But mind, I can't go on talking to you day after day, only as one of a crowd. I can't stand it. We must manage somehow." "Do you think I am a bit less anxious to than you? But, Maurice darling, do mind what I'm going to say. You must be on your guard before people, you always were such an awful old blunderer. You mustn't go letting slip any `Violets,' for instance, and you're quite as likely to as not." "I'm not going to let one slip at the present moment, anyway," he replied with a laugh. "And so you thought you were never going to see me again?" "Ah, I have sometimes feared so. The agonies I have gone through! I know what you are going to say--that it was my own doing. I did it to test you, Maurice. Six months is not a long time, but ah, I have at times thought I should die long before it was over! Day after day, week after week, no news, not a word from you, or even of you. And every one here thinks I am utterly heartless. I never try to undeceive them; in fact, I rather encourage them in the idea." No one would have thought so could they but have seen her there that morning, slowly wending through the mimosa brake encircled by her lover's arm; for they had left the somewhat precarious refuge of the garden. The restless, eager face, the quick, passionate tones, as though she were talking against time, and grudged every one of the too swiftly flying moments which were bringing this doubly sweet, because surreptitious, interview to its end. They had reached the river-bank. The cool water bubbling along beneath the shade of the trees, the varying call of birds in the brake, the chirruping tree-crickets, the hum of bees dipping into the creamy cups of snow-white arums which grew in the moist shade, the melodious shout of the hoopoe echoing from the black kloofs that rent the mountain side--all made an appropriate framework, a fitting accompaniment of harmonious sounds to this sweet stolen interview. High overhead the hoary crest of a great mountain frowned down from the dazzling blue. "You haven't told me yet how you managed to find me out," said Violet at length, after a good deal of talk that we feel under no special necessity to reproduce, because, given the circumstances, the reader should have no difficulty in guessing its nature. "Oh, that was the most astonishing piece of luck that ever came about," he answered.
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