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He should be here, or somewhere near this spot. I am afraid in these dark forest paths. Each crooked leafless stump or dwarfish bush Seem beast or man prepared to pounce upon us; And then to make a vain and short amends, Each slender, graceful sapling is my Maurice. I dare not venture further.

Perhaps we're wrong, and have mistaken the place; Let us turn back, and try some other alley.

Turn not; I hear his foot. (Listening).

My ear then must be dull, for I hear nothing.

Yes, they are dull; thou hast not in thy heart That which doth quicken mine.—It is his footstep; I know it well!

Indeed, I should have guess'd

Nay, hush, Theresa;