He darted up behind Hal,and lifted the oak club. Before heentered the tunnel again he looked back over his shoulder andreoriented himself in the direction of the moonrise. The wondrous lady he already loved with hisvery life was married and to this grotesque burlesque of a man whoknelt before him. Heglanced across the lagoon at the entrance between the headlands.
Inan attempt to drive her from his mind, he repeated softly, In Arcadiahabito. Already they love you almost as much as I do. A row of filled bottles, stoppered with wads of leaves, waslaid out beneath a yellow-wood tree. There was neither sight nor sign of the Golden Bough in the night.
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