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The world is so full of people who don't mean to do wrong." She bent her head, considering, lost in the retrospection of her naive philosophy.
Berkley, secretly amused, was aware of several cadaverous convalescents haunting the bushes above, dodging the eyes of this pretty nurse whom one and all adored, and whom they now beheld, with jealous misgivings, in intimate and unwarrantable tete-a-tete with a common and disgustingly healthy cavalryman.
Then his weather-tanned features grew serious.
The sunny moments slipped away as the sunlit waters slipped under the bridge; a bird or two, shy and songless in their moulting fever, came to the stream to drink, looking up, bright eyed, at the two who sat there in the mid-day silence.

One, a cardinal, ruffled his crimson crest, startled, as Berkley moved slightly.
"The Red Birds," he said, half aloud.