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Barr, Robert, 1850-1912

"The Sword Maker"


"The air that blows around the mountain-top inspires you, and you cannot
view the hills on the horizon without wishing to explore them, and learn
what is on the other side."
There was light enough for him to see that the girl's head sank into her
open hand.
"You, I take it, have never been restricted by discipline."
Her head came up quickly.
"You think that because of what I said in the courtyard?"
"No; my mind was running towards the future rather than to the past. The
rigor of strict rules would prove as irksome to you as would a cage to a
free bird of the forest."
"I fear you are in the right," she said with a sigh; and then,
impatiently, "Oh, you do not understand the situation, and I cannot
explain! The convent is merely a retreat for me; the lesser of two evils
presented."
"You spoke of your land. Where is that land?"
"Do you know Schloss Sayn?" she asked.
"Sayn? Sayn?" he repeated. "Where have I heard that name before, and
recently too? I thought I knew every castle on the Rhine, but I do not
remember Sayn.


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