DAPHNE
know, but her face and figure bore a look of more than mortal fear.
"What does she think him?" murmured the girl. Then she turned away with him, and, with the lamb at their heels, they walked together back along the grassy road.
"You look very serious," remarked her protector. "You are sure it is not fright?"
She shook her head, holding up her bundle of letters.
"Bad news?"
"No, good," she answered, smiling bravely.
"I hope good news will be infrequent," he answered. "You look like Iphigenia going to be sacrificed."
"I will admit that there is a problem," said the girl. "There's a question about my doing something."
"And you know it must be right to do it because you hate it?" he asked.
She nodded.
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