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I like his cool way of plucking my roses, though.

Zeb would have waited and wanted, till the flower dropped." She spent longer than usual over her dressing: so that when she appeared in the parlour the two men were already seated at breakfast.

The room still bore traces of last night's frolic.

The uncarpeted boards gleamed as the guests' feet had polished them; and upon the very spot where the stranger had danced now stood the breakfast-table, piled with broken meats.