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UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE.

'Yes, Fancy,' said Dick, in a rather repentant tone, and lowering his nuts.

She ran up to him, flung her parasol on the grass, put her little head against his breast, and then there began a narrative, disjointed by such a hysterical weeping as was never surpassed for intensity in the whole history of love.

'O Dick,' she sobbed out, 'where have you been, away from me! O, I have suffered agony, and thought you would never come any more! 'Tis cruel, Dick; no 'tisn't, it is justice! I've been walking miles and miles up and down this wood, trying to find you, till I was wearied and worn out, and I could walk no farther. O Dick, directly you were gone, I thought I had offended you, and I put down the dress; 'tisn't finished now, Dick, and I never will finish it, and I'll wear an old one Sunday! Yes,

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