Then he turned them away, and scanned again the hazy hills. But hers
remained on their watch, charged with their wistful dream.
"Our school," he presently resumed, "I see it. We teach first of all
Nature's face and the love of it. We lead their hungry mouths to Nature's
breast. No books! No books for them to glue their eyes upon. They shall
learn by ear; their eyes have a better book to read in. Classics by ear
and by heart, eh?"
She glowed at a memory. "You wrote to me about that. You said that, before
the Printing Press, people used to get poetry by heart."
He looked down at her where she lay at ease. "'As I have got you,' I
said." She dreamed beneath her flickering eyelids.
"You had me then. I didn't know it; but you had. And you have me still.
That's wonderful. But now I have got you!" She lay awhile under the spell
of him and the thought, and glowed and blossomed under them until at last,
flowering like a rose, she turned and hid her face in his arm. Senhouse,
grave and strong, let her lie where she was; but he felt the pulsing of
her bosom, and was moved to utterance. Nothing in the eyes he bent down to
her beauty, and nothing in his words betrayed the passion of his heart.
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