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"Smith, Ned Ferry is not only a Romanist, he's a romanticist. We--you and me--are religionists. Our brightness and happiness air the brightness and happiness of faith; our cleanness is the cleanness of religious scruples. Worst of it with Ned is he's satisfied with the difference, I'm afraid! That's what makes him so pleasant to fellows who don't care a sou marquee about religion."

"No," I rejoined, "the first step would be the last."

To regain the highroad we had turned into a northerly fork, and were in as lovely a spot as we had seen all day. Before us and close on our right were the dense woods of magnolia, water-oak, tupelo and a hundred other affluent things that towered and spread or clambered and hung. On the left lay the old field, tawny with bending sedge and teeming with the yellow rays of the sun's last hour. This field we overlooked through a fence-row of persimmon and wild plum. Among these bushes, half fallen into a rain-gully, a catalpa, of belated bloom, was loaded with blossoms and bees, and I was directing Camille's glance to it when the shots came. Another outcry or two followed, and then a weird silence.

I prompted Camille to ask if he had ever encountered Ned Ferry, and he laughed.

The young ladies were in rapture. Miss Harper asked how he had done it.

"Why, then?"

"Yes." She stooped low under the interlacing boughs and plunged with me into the double darkness.

"Yes," I said, and handed her, as I dismounted, the General's gift, the pass.

"I haven't been ordered to tell any one where I'm going."

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