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Helena

CHAPTER IX
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Do you mind going there ?"--she pointed--"I want to explore it." He pulled a stroke which sent the boat towards the yews; while she repeated Buntingford's story of the seat.
"Perhaps we shall find her there," said Geoffrey with a laugh.
"Your woman?
No! That would be rather creepy! To think we had a spy on us all the time! I should hate that!" She spoke with animation; and a sudden question shot across French's mind.

She and Buntingford had been alone there under the darkness of the yews.

If a listener had been lurking in that old hiding-place, what would he--or she--have heard?
Then he shook the thought from him, and rowed vigorously for the creek.
He tied the boat to a willow-stump, and helped Helena to land.
"I warn you--" he said, laughing.

"You'll tear your dress, and wet your shoes." But with her skirts gathered tight round her she was already halfway through the branches, and Geoffrey heard her voice from the further side-- "Oh I--such a wonderful place!" He followed her quickly, and was no less astonished than she.

They stood in a kind of natural hall, like that "pillared shade" under the yews of Borrowdale, which Wordsworth has made immortal: beneath whose sable roof Of boughs, as if for festal purpose, decked With unrejoicing berries, Ghostly shapes May meet at noon-tide; Fear and trembling Hope, Silence and Foresight; Death the Skeleton And Time the Shadow:-- For three yew trees of great age had grown together, forming a domed tent of close, perennial leaf, beneath which all other vegetation had disappeared.


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