Edina

Chapter III.

On The Bare Plain

"In vain I look from height and tower,

No wished-for form I see;

In vain I seek the woodbine bower—

He comes no more to me."

So sang Rosaline Bell in the beams of the morning sun. They came glinting between the hyacinths in the window, and fell on the cups and saucers. Rosaline stood at the kitchen-table, washing up the breakfast-things. She wore a light print gown, with a white linen

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