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 I never should be happy together. Why do you stand there by the rubber-tree day after day? And why do you waste your life-nerves and your heart-nerves? Why are you not giving your good heart to some one who can take it?'

But you would be happy with me, Delilah,' he under the dark leaves would answer her eagerly. 'We will stand in the midst of a new day and watch the sun come up out of the sand—we will stand in pale shallows at midday—we will feel our hearts beat high when the lightnings come down through branches—we will fly a little in high winds—we will stand still and silent in the midst of golden solitudes when the sun is going off the sand—and in all these things my heart will be yours.'

Go back over the river, Gerald Spoon-bill!' said Delilah.

"But Gerald Spoon-bill felt that he