DAPHNE
"They aren't real, you know," she said, addressing herself. "This is all too good to be true. It will fold up in a minute and move away for the next act, and that will be full of tragedy, with an ugly background."
The heights still invited. She rose, and wandered on and up. Her step had the quick movement of a dweller in cities, not the slow pace of those who linger along country roads, keeping step with nature. In the cut and fashion of her gown was evinced a sophistication, and a high seriousness, possibly not her own.
She watched the deep imprint that her footsteps made in the soft grass.
"I'm half afraid to step on the earth here," she murmured to herself. "It seems to be quivering with old life."
The sun hung lower in the west. Of its level golden beams were born a thousand shades of color on the heights and in the hollows
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