It seemed to Phyllis
that, for the first time, she was homesick. The low, white, rambling
wooden house, spreading itself under moss-covered trees, began to grow
very fair in her memory. The mocking-birds were calling her across
the sea. She remembered the tangles of the yellow jasmine, the merry
darkies chatting and singing and laughing, and her soul turned westward
with an indescribable longing.
And she thought to herself, as she stood upon the terrace and looked
over the fair land she was leaving with so little regret, "When the
time comes for me to go to my heavenly home, I shall be just as willing
to leave the earthly one."
CHAPTER V.
"I loved you alway, I will not deny it; not for three months, and
not for a year; but I loved you from the first, when I was a child,
and my love shall not wither, till death shall end me."--GAeLIC SONG.
"Our own acts are our attending angels, in whose light or shadow
we walk continually."
The Fontaine place was a long, low, white building facing a tumbling
sea, and a stretch of burnt sea-sands. It had no architectural beauty,
and yet it was a wonderfully picturesque place. Broad piazzas draped
in vines ran all around the lower story, and the upper revealed itself
only in white glimpses among dense masses of foliage.
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