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 from whose midst could be heard the chattering of a brook.

Sunrise paused on the brink. His head sank on his chest; his muscles relaxed. He all but dropped his bow. As he stood thus the days of his youth went from him forever.

"I shall find her below," he said presently, "but she will not speak to me. I have been too long in coming."

He descended into the gully, slowly, like one in a dream.