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HARYARD COLLEGE LIBRARY

GIFT OF JULIAN LOWELL COOLIDGE

i 1 1928

VICTORY

AN ISLAND TALE

Calling sbapes and beckoning sbadows dire
And airy tongues that syllable men's names
On sands and sbores and desert wildernesses,

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VICTORY

AN ISLAND TALE

PART III

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IV

With her knees drawn up, Lena rested her elbows on them and held her head in both her hands.

“Are you tired of sitting here ?” Heyst asked.

An almost imperceptible negative movement of the head was all the answer she made.

"Why are you looking so serious ?” he pursued, and immediately thought that habitual seriousness, in the long run, was much more bearable than constant gaiety. “However, this expression suits you exceedingly,” he added, not diplomatically, but because, by the tendency of his taste, it was a true

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