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The patient gentleman smiled again as he said, "Oh--Gholson can attend to that."

We listened again. "They've gone the wrong way," I said, still savage.

"Maiden passing fair, turn away thine eyes! Turn away thine eyes ere my bosom burn,

I mumbled something about never wishing to tempt any one.

"I--I believe it yet! You are Charlotte Oliver!"

Day came swiftly. By the time I could trot down to the sycamore it was perfectly light even in the shade of an old cotton-gin house close inside the corner of the small field around which I was to turn. The vast arms of its horse-power press, spreading rigidly downward, offered the only weird aspect that lingered in the lovely morning. I have a later and shuddering memory of it, but now the dewy air was full of sweet odors, the squirrel barked from the woods, the woodpecker tapped, and the lark, the cardinal and the mocking-bird were singing all around. The lint-box of the old cotton-press was covered with wet morning-glories. I took the bridle-path between the woods and the field and very soon was down in the dense forest beyond them. But the moment I was hid from house and clearing I turned my horse square to the left, stooped to his neck, and made straight through the pathless tangle.

"Halt! Turn as I turn, and keep your eye on this."

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