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 young: the girl was not more than seventeen, the young man being four years her senior. Both wore school costumes, she was clad in a modest brown dress with black apron, and he in the beautiful uniform of the students of technology. Not only their speech, but everything about them was so young, beautiful and pure. Both were well shaped: of symmetrical stature, graceful, and awoke the idea of a zephyr; their carriage was lofty and classic; while their fresh voices sounded happy, though one caught a melancholy cadence in them, as if a stream were murmuring on a quiet spring night when as yet all the snow had not disappeared from dark fields.

They were going forward, when by chance they turned into a side-way which they did not know, and the two long continuing shades, which seemed ridiculous for their young heads, appeared