DAPHNE
of the hills. Over all the great Campagna blue, yellow, and purple blended in an autumn haze.
"Oh!" cried the girl, throwing out her arms to take in the new sense of life that came flooding in upon her. "I cannot take it in. It is too great."
As she climbed, a strength springing from sheer delight in the wide beauty before her came into her face.
"It was selfish, and I am going to take it back. To-night I will write and say so. I could face anything now."
This hill, and then the side of that; one more gate, then Daphne turned for another look at Rome and the sea. Rome and the sea were gone. Here was a great olive orchard, there a pasture touching the sky, but where was anything belonging to her? Somewhere on the hills a lamb was bleating, and near the crickets chirped. Yes, it was safe, perfectly safe, yet
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