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I walked home that night in a dream. The white road lay a long, luminous ribbon before me; the wet hedges were fragrant with scented mist; there was only the sound in my ears of my own quick breathing, but in my heart the echo of the sweet wild voice that had but now so thrilled and tortured me.
I thought of her swerving presently from her dreary road southward, to sleep under some bush or briar, fearless in her beauty -- fearless in her confidence of the rich nature about her that was so much her own. She seemed a thing apart from the world's evil; a queenliest queen of fancy, that had but to summon her good fellows if threatened.