| And thus she led him out of the large, cold hall | | Was it fancy that he had seen a waving, fluttering form beside him? | | "Now for our dance—our rainbow dance, sisters—no need to wake him roughly. We need only kiss his eyelids" | | "Look here, Dolly," and he held out to her the poor copy-book which he had already taken out of his satchel | | And when she sat down to play the light sparkled and glowed on her fair hair, making it look like gold | | "Are you not well, mother?" he said gently | | It was Fergus, little lame Fergus, mounted on a tiny rough-coated pony, coming towards him |
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