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I saw at once that the new spirit of this solitary region had entered into her, banishing the fears of the night, for her face was like the face of a happy denizen of the wilderness, and her eyes stainless and shining. I SAW AT ONCE THAT THE NEW SPIRIT OF THIS SOLITARY REGION HAD ENTERED INTO HER BANISHING THE FEARS OF THE NIGHT FOR HER FACE WAS LIKE THE FACE OF A HAPPY DENIZEN OF THE WILDERNESS AND HER EYES STAINLESS AND SHINING
 as though it was the morning of Mrs. Maloney's Sixth Day and they had just issued, clean and brilliant, from the hands of the great Architect. In the open spaces the ground was drenched with dew, and from the sea a cool salt wind stole in among the trees and set the branches trembling in an atmosphere of shimmering silver. The tents shone white where the sun caught them in patches. Below lay the lagoon, still dreaming of the summer night; in the open the fish were jumping busily, sending musical ripples towards the shore; and in the air hung the magic of dawn—silent, incommunicable. I lit the fire, so that an hour later the clergyman should find good ashes to stir his porridge over, and then set forth upon an examination of the island, but hardly had I gone a dozen yards when I saw a figure standing a little in front of me where the sunlight fell in a pool among the trees. It was Joan. She had already been up an hour, she told me, and had bathed before the last stars had left the sky. T AND LOOKING AS FRESH AS THOUGH IT WAS THE MORNING OF MISSUS MALONEY'S SIXTH DAY AND THEY HAD JUST ISSUED CLEAN AND BRILLIANT FROM THE HANDS OF THE GREAT ARCHITECT IN THE OPEN SPACES THE GROUND WAS DRENCHED WITH DEW AND FROM THE SEA A COOL SALT WIND STOLE IN AMONG THE TREES AND SET THE BRANCHES TREMBLING IN AN ATMOSPHERE OF SHIMMERING SILVER THE TENTS SHONE WHITE WHERE THE SUN CAUGHT THEM IN PATCHES BELOW LAY THE LAGOON STILL DREAMING OF THE SUMMER NIGHT IN THE OPEN THE FISH WERE JUMPING BUSILY SENDING MUSICAL RIPPLES TOWARDS THE SHORE AND IN THE AIR HUNG THE MAGIC OF DAWN SILENT INCOMMUNICABLE I LIT THE FIRE SO THAT AN HOUR LATER THE CLERGYMAN SHOULD FIND GOOD ASHES TO STIR HIS PORRIDGE OVER THEN SET FORTH UPON AN EXAMINATION OF THE ISLAND BUT HARDLY HAD I GONE A DOZEN YARDS WHEN I SAW A FIGURE STANDING A LITTLE IN FRONT OF ME WHERE THE SUNLIGHT FELL IN A POOL AMONG THE TREES IT WAS JOAN SHE HAD ALREADY BEEN UP AN HOUR SHE TOLD ME AND HAD BATHED BEFORE THE LAST STARS HAD LEFT THE SKY
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