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Before the storm the woods are still, All Nature drowses as in sleep; Yet, tho' her slumbers she may keep, She feels a strange prophetic thrill, Before the storm. / From heavy clouds on mount and hill, The thunders mutter -- lightnings leap, And soon the heav'ns commence to weep, Such strained silence augurs ill, Before the storm.
Living at Thornstream was hardly very pleasant after the interview between Sir Rupert and his daughter. Everything went on just the same, but this very calmness was a foreboding sign of a coming tempest. The baronet was deeply angered at what he considered Kaituna's feminine duplicity, but hiding all such feelings under a mask of ultra politeness, he treated her with a cold courtesy which was far more irritating to the proud spirit of the girl than any outburst of wrath would have been.