The Price He Paid — page 74: what you’re looking at

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LIVING IN REBELLION. 65 yet so melodious, the outer world with its shining vistas and wealth of golden warmth receded farther and farther from view, until at length it vanished altogether. Then dim shadows grew up round the pair, a cool watery film gathered round them, and they were drawn down, down into vague mysteri- ous depths, where no sound of life penetrated, where all battling and fierce longing, all happiness and sorrow, died away into one deep, deep dream; and through their dreaming, as from some immeasurable distance, they could still hear the faint spirit-sing- ing of the spring. In the city below, the bells rang out the noonday hour. The clear resonant chimes were borne up to the castle-hill, and at their sound all the strange fantasies evoked by the eerie murmur of the water melted away. Raven looked upas though he had been suddenly, roughly awakened, and Gabrielle rose quickly, and with a movement almost akin to flight, hurried to the ivy-kirtled parapet, where, bending forward, she stood listening to the distant carillon. The sound came distinctly to her through the still air, as on that day by the lake-shore when she and George—Gabrielle did not follow out the thought. Why did George’s name force itself all at once on her memory, striking her as with a re- proach? Why did his image suddenly appear be- fore her—that resolute face which seemed to say it would guard and maintain his rights? | The baron had risen too. He came up to where she stood. . “You have taken flight?” he said, slowly. “From what? From me, perhaps?” Gabrielle tried to smile, and to master the uneasi- ness which possessed her, as she replied: “From the murmur of the Nixies’ Well. It has such a weird, ghostly sound at this noontide hour.” “And yet you have chosen this spot as your favorite haunt?” yt ee “Well, the fountain has now lived its life. To- morrow, perhaps, by your command, the garden will have been turned into a wilderness, a chaos of stones and earth, and——” <S (E(0) Eomichboo