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The lights and shadows chased her in and out among the willows and fleecy cottonwoods and tall
swamp-grasses; but Travis rode in the glare, on the high ditch-bank, and, although they passed each
other daily, he had never had a good look at the "pretty girl at Lark's." But one morning the white-
faced heifer broke away and bolted up the ditch-bank, and in a cloud of sun-smitten dust Nancy
followed, a figure of virginal wrath with scarlet cheeks and wind-blown hair. Reining her pony on
the narrow bank, she called across to Travis in a voice as clear and fresh as her colors:--
swamp-grasses; but Travis rode in the glare, on the high ditch-bank, and, although they passed each
other daily, he had never had a good look at the "pretty girl at Lark's." But one morning the white-
faced heifer broke away and bolted up the ditch-bank, and in a cloud of sun-smitten dust Nancy
followed, a figure of virginal wrath with scarlet cheeks and wind-blown hair. Reining her pony on
the narrow bank, she called across to Travis in a voice as clear and fresh as her colors:--
The lights and shadows chased her in and out among the willows and fleecy cottonwoods and tall
swamp-grasses; but Travis rode in the glare, on the high ditch-bank, and, although they passed each
other daily, he had never had a good look at the "pretty girl at Lark's." But one morning the white-
faced heifer broke away and bolted up the ditch-bank, and in a cloud of sun-smitten dust Nancy
followed, a figure of virginal wrath with scarlet cheeks and wind-blown hair. Reining her pony on
the narrow bank, she called across to Travis in a voice as clear and fresh as her colors:--
swamp-grasses; but Travis rode in the glare, on the high ditch-bank, and, although they passed each
other daily, he had never had a good look at the "pretty girl at Lark's." But one morning the white-
faced heifer broke away and bolted up the ditch-bank, and in a cloud of sun-smitten dust Nancy
followed, a figure of virginal wrath with scarlet cheeks and wind-blown hair. Reining her pony on
the narrow bank, she called across to Travis in a voice as clear and fresh as her colors:--
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