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Once, it was said, when the earth of those parts had been rich in iron, these ponds had driven great hammers,—but long before the memory of the oldest cottager they had rested from their labours, and lived only the life of beauty and silence. ONCE IT WAS SAID WHEN THE EARTH OF THOSE PARTS HAD BEEN RICH IN IRON THESE PONDS HAD DRIVEN GREAT HAMMERS BUT LONG BEFORE THE MEMORY OF THE OLDEST COTTAGER THEY HAD RESTED FROM THEIR LABOURS AND LIVED ONLY THE LIFE OF BEAUTY AND SILENCE
 vague flickering light of the fire, he distinctly heard a voice very luxurious and tender say "Antony," just behind him. It was hardly more than a whisper, but its sweetness thrilled his blood, and half in joy and fear he turned to her again. But she was only smiling inscrutably as before, and she spoke no more for that night. CHAPTER VI THE THREE BLACK PONDS At the bottom of the valley, approached by sunken honeysuckle lanes that seemed winding into the centre of the earth, lay three black ponds, almost hidden in a cul-de-sac of woodland. Though long since appropriated by nature, made her own by moss and rooted oaks, they were so set one below the other, with green causeways between each, that an ancient art, long since become nature, had evidently designed and dug them, years, perhaps centuries, ago. So long dead were the old pond-makers that great trees grew now upon the causeways, and vast jungles of rush and water grasses choked the trickling overflows from one pond to the other. THE VAGUE FLICKERING LIGHT OF THE FIRE HE DISTINCTLY HEARD A VOICE VERY LUXURIOUS AND TENDER SAY ANTONI JUST BEHIND HIM IT WAS HARDLY MORE THAN A WHISPER BUT ITS SWEETNESS THRILLED HIS BLOOD AND HALF IN JOY AND FEAR HE TURNED TO HER AGAIN BUT SHE WAS ONLY SMILING INSCRUTABLY AS BEFORE AND SHE SPOKE NO MORE FOR THAT NIGHT END OF CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX THE THREE BLACK PONDS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE VALLEY APPROACHED BY SUNKEN HONEYSUCKLED LANES THAT SEEMED WINDING INTO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH LAY THREE BLACK PONDS ALMOST HIDDEN IN A COLD DE SAC OF WOODLAND THOUGH LONG SINCE APPROPRIATED BY NATURE MADE HER OWN BY MOSS AND ROOTED OAKS THEY WERE SO SET ONE BELOW THE OTHER WITH GREEN CAUSEWAYS BETWEEN EACH THAT AN ANCIENT ART LONG SINCE BECOME NATURE HAD EVIDENTLY DESIGNED AND DUG THEM YEARS PERHAPS CENTURIES AGO SO LONG DEAD WERE THE OLD POND MAKERS THAT GREAT TREES GREW NOW UPON THE CAUSEWAYS AND VAST JUNGLES OF RUSH AND WATER GRASSES CHOKED THE TRICKLING OVERFLOWS FROM ONE POND TO THE OTHER
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