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Running water! Invisible running
water! The voice behind the scenes
prompting the play,--the grim play of
bat and rat and reptile in old Tory Cave,
where the rocks wept, the little strolling
sunbeams clapped their hands, and the
great fungi, primrose-skirted, drooped over
a drama never finished!
It was even more romantic than the
girls had hoped for,--such romance as
clings, cobweb-like, to melancholy.
Like a weak wind, truly, a sad wind
blowing from nowhere, was the purl of that
hidden streamlet whose mystery no man
had penetrated--nor ever seen its flow mournfully
as cave tears it dripped upon
the ears and hearts of the girls.
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