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I was lying beneath a tree, my head softly pillowed and wet with cool water that refreshed me wonderfully; thus I presently turned my head and glanced up into eyes that gazed down upon me, very beautiful eyes these seemed, being soft and tender and darkly grey.
"Are ye better? " she questioned. Now at this I wondered, for the voice matched the eyes for gentleness.