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MacDonald, George, 1824-1905

"Alec Forbes of Howglen"

You don't know
what I would do for _you_, Kate."
"You shouldn't have frightened me. I had been thinking how greedy the
pool looked," said Kate, rising now, as if she dared not remain longer
beside it.
"I didn't mean to frighten you, Kate. I never thought of it. I am
almost a water-rat."
"And now you'll get your death of cold. Come along."
Alec laughed. He was in no hurry to go home. But she seized his hand
and half-dragged him all the way. He had never been so happy in his
life.
Kate had cried because he had jumped into the water!
That night they had a walk in the moonlight. It was all moon--the air
with the mooncore in it; the trees confused into each other by the
sleep of her light; the bits of water, so many moons over again; the
flowers, all pale phantoms of flowers: the whole earth, transfused with
reflex light, was changed into a moon-ghost of its former self. They
were walking in the moon-world.
The silence and the dimness sank into Alec's soul, and it became silent
and dim too. The only sound was the noise of the river, quenched in
that light to the sleepy hush of moon-haunted streams.
Kate felt that she had more room now. And yet the scope of her vision
was less, for the dusk had closed in around her.


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