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- "The first I ever left," he replied, with a shake of the head. "But
there was such a generous supply of materials it seemed a pity, and, besides, the song was haunting me."
- "It was haunting me this morning when I woke up," she said, this time
her face straight ahead so that she might avoid a rope of wild grapevine that hung close to her side of the trail.
- And Graham, gazing at her face in profile, at her crown of gold-brown
hair, at her singing throat, felt the old ache at the heart, the hunger and the yearning. The nearness of her was a provocation. The sight of her, in her fawn-colored silk corduroy, tormented him with a rush of visions of that form of hers--swimming Mountain Lad, swan-diving through forty feet of air, moving down the long room in the dull-blue dress of medieval fashion with the maddening knee-lift of the clinging draperies.