ning sky-line. She lent herself to immemorial
human attitudes which we recognize by instinct
as universal and true. I had not been mistaken.
She was a battered woman now, not a lovely
girl; but she still had that something which
fires the imagination, could still stop one's
breath for a moment by a look or gesture that
somehow revealed the meaning in common
things. She had only to stand in the orchard,
to put her hand on a little crab tree and look
up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness
of planting and tending and harvesting at
last. All the strong things of her heart came
out in her body, that had been so tireless in
serving generous emotions.

It was no wonder that her sons stood tall
and straight. She was a rich mine of life, like
the founders of early races.

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