Between the calls of the birds Mysie could
almost hear her heart's quickened beat. Blood found an eager response,
and the magic of the moonlight and the beauty of the night soon wrought
upon the excited minds of the pair. Mysie looked in Peter's eyes more
desirable than ever. The moonlight on her face, the soft light within
her eyes, her shy, downcast look, and the touch of her arm on his
charmed him.
"There are some things, Mysie, more desirable than the winning of the
Red Hose," he said after a time, looking sideways at her, and placing
his hand upon hers, which had been resting upon his arm. "Don't you
think so?"
"I dinna ken," she answered simply, a strange little quiver running
through her as she spoke.
"Isn't this better than anything else, just to be happy with everything
so peaceful? Just you and I together, happy in each other's company."
"Ay," she answered again, a faint little catch in her voice, her heart
a-tremble, and her eyes moist and shining. Then silence again, while
they slowly strayed through the heather towards the little wooded copse,
and Mysie felt that every thump of her heart must be heard at the
farthest ends of the earth.
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