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Lit with foolish hope to hear thy fondling sighs, Like yon twilight dove's, breathe, Return, return!

"Oh! And where is the battery?"

No, he would not; only wagons went that way, to cross the creek by a small bridge. I could cut off nearly two miles by taking the bridle-path that turned sharply down into the thick woods of the creek-bottom about a quarter of a mile from the house and crossed the stream at a sandy ford. "Ride round," he said, "and I'll show you from the front of the house."

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