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Her eyes, beaming with a clearer light than even then when she
first confessed, were lifted to his. She placed her hands gently
upon his shoulders, and bent her head upon his breast. He tenderly
lifted it again, and, for the first time, her virgin lips knew the
kiss of man.
MISS BARTRAM'S TROUBLE.
I.
It was a day of unusual excitement at the Rambo farm-house. On the
farm, it is true, all things were in their accustomed order, and
all growths did their accustomed credit to the season. The fences
were in good repair; the cattle were healthy and gave promise of
the normal increase, and the young corn was neither strangled with
weeds nor assassinated by cut-worms. Old John Rambo was gradually
allowing his son, Henry, to manage in his stead, and the latter
shrewdly permitted his father to believe that he exercised the
ancient authority. Leonard Clare, the strong young fellow who had
been taken from that shiftless adventurer, his father, when a mere
child, and brought up almost as one of the family, and who had
worked as a joiner's apprentice during the previous six months, had
come back for the harvest work; so the Rambos were forehanded, and
probably as well satisfied as it is possible for Pennsylvania
farmers to be.
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