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“
Here
we
go
for
sure
this
time
.
”
“
Remember
to
keep
the
alignment
,
”
roared
the
lieutenant
.
“
Don
’
t
go
too
fast
.
”
And
the
marshals
,
rushing
here
and
there
on
their
sweating
horses
to
points
where
the
line
bulged
forward
,
shouted
,
waving
their
arms
:
“
Not
too
fast
,
not
too
fast
.
.
.
.
Keep
back
here
.
.
.
.
Here
,
keep
closer
together
here
.
Do
you
want
to
let
all
the
rabbits
run
back
between
you
?
”
A
great
confused
sound
rose
into
the
air
,
—
the
creaking
of
axles
,
the
jolt
of
iron
tires
over
the
dry
clods
,
the
click
of
brittle
stubble
under
the
horses
’
hoofs
,
the
barking
of
dogs
,
the
shouts
of
conversation
and
laughter
.
The
entire
line
,
horses
,
buggies
,
wagons
,
gigs
,
dogs
,
men
and
boys
on
foot
,
and
armed
with
clubs
,
moved
slowly
across
the
fields
,
sending
up
a
cloud
of
white
dust
,
that
hung
above
the
scene
like
smoke
.
A
brisk
gaiety
was
in
the
air
.
Everyone
was
in
the
best
of
humor
,
calling
from
team
to
team
,
laughing
,
skylarking
,
joshing
.
Garnett
,
of
the
Ruby
Rancho
,
and
Gethings
,
of
the
San
Pablo
,
both
on
horseback
,
found
themselves
side
by
side
.
Ignoring
the
drive
and
the
spirit
of
the
occasion
,
they
kept
up
a
prolonged
and
serious
conversation
on
an
expected
rise
in
the
price
of
wheat
.
Dabney
,
also
on
horseback
,
followed
them
,
listening
attentively
to
every
word
,
but
hazarding
no
remark
.
Mrs
.
Derrick
and
Hilma
sat
in
the
back
seat
of
the
carry
-
all
,
behind
young
Vacca
.
Mrs
.
Derrick
,
a
little
disturbed
by
such
a
great
concourse
of
people
,
frightened
at
the
idea
of
the
killing
of
so
many
rabbits
,
drew
back
in
her
place
,
her
young
-
girl
eyes
troubled
and
filled
with
a
vague
distress
.
Hilma
,
very
much
excited
,
leaned
from
the
carry
-
all
,
anxious
to
see
everything
,
watching
for
rabbits
,
asking
innumerable
questions
of
Annixter
,
who
rode
at
her
side
.
The
change
that
had
been
progressing
in
Hilma
,
ever
since
the
night
of
the
famous
barn
-
dance
,
now
seemed
to
be
approaching
its
climax
;
first
the
girl
,
then
the
woman
,
last
of
all
the
Mother
.
Conscious
dignity
,
a
new
element
in
her
character
,
developed
.
The
shrinking
,
the
timidity
of
the
girl
just
awakening
to
the
consciousness
of
sex
,
passed
away
from
her
.
The
confusion
,
the
troublous
complexity
of
the
woman
,
a
mystery
even
to
herself
,
disappeared
.
Motherhood
dawned
,
the
old
simplicity
of
her
maiden
days
came
back
to
her
.
It
was
no
longer
a
simplicity
of
ignorance
,
but
of
supreme
knowledge
,
the
simplicity
of
the
perfect
,
the
simplicity
of
greatness
.
She
looked
the
world
fearlessly
in
the
eyes
.
At
last
,
the
confusion
of
her
ideas
,
like
frightened
birds
,
re
-
settling
,
adjusted
itself
,
and
she
emerged
from
the
trouble
calm
,
serene
,
entering
into
her
divine
right
,
like
a
queen
into
the
rule
of
a
realm
of
perpetual
peace
.
And
with
this
,
with
the
knowledge
that
the
crown
hung
poised
above
her
head
,
there
came
upon
Hilma
a
gentleness
infinitely
beautiful
,
infinitely
pathetic
;
a
sweetness
that
touched
all
who
came
near
her
with
the
softness
of
a
caress
.
She
moved
surrounded
by
an
invisible
atmosphere
of
Love
.
Love
was
in
her
wide
-
opened
brown
eyes
,
Love
—
the
dim
reflection
of
that
descending
crown
poised
over
her
head
—
radiated
in
a
faint
lustre
from
her
dark
,
thick
hair
.
Around
her
beautiful
neck
,
sloping
to
her
shoulders
with
full
,
graceful
curves
,
Love
lay
encircled
like
a
necklace
—
Love
that
was
beyond
words
,
sweet
,
breathed
from
her
parted
lips
.
From
her
white
,
large
arms
downward
to
her
pink
finger
-
tips
—
Love
,
an
invisible
electric
fluid
,
disengaged
itself
,
subtle
,
alluring
.
In
the
velvety
huskiness
of
her
voice
,
Love
vibrated
like
a
note
of
unknown
music
.
