15 (i remember the scene)


I REMEMBER the scene on the barren heath-a girl sat alone on the grass before the gipsy camp, braiding her hair in the afternoon shade.

        Her little dog jumped and barked at her busy hands, as though her employment had no importance.

        In vain did she rebuke it, calling it 'a pest,' saying she was tired of its perpetual silliness.

        She struck it on the nose with her reproving forefinger, which only seemed to delight it the more.

She looked menacingly grave for a few moments, to warn it of impending doom; and then, letting her hair fall, quickly snatched it up in her arms, laughed, and pressed it to her heart.

 

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