He took her hand and drew her through the copse into a green lane , where the ferns grew thickly on either side and the pond waters plashed dreamily below them . He kept her hand in his as they went down the path , and she did not try to withdraw it . About them was the great , pure silence of the morning , faintly threaded with caressing sounds -- croon of birds , gurgle of waters , sough of wind . The spirit of youth and love hovered over them and they spoke no word . When they finally came out on a little green nook swimming in early sunshine and arched over by maples , with the wide shimmer of the pond before it and the gold dust of blossoms over the grass , the girl drew a long breath of delight . `` It is a morning left over from Eden , is n't it ? '' said Murray . `` Yes , '' said Mollie softly . Murray bent toward her . `` You are Eve , '' he said . `` You are the only woman in the world -- for me . Adam must have told Eve just what he thought about her the first time he saw her . There were no conventionalities in Eden -- and people could not have taken long to make up their minds . We are in Eden just now . One can say what he thinks in Eden without being ridiculous . You are divinely fair , Eve . Your eyes are stars of the morning -- your cheek has the flush it stole from the sunrise-your lips are redder than the roses of paradise . And I love you , Eve . '' Mollie lowered her eyes and the long fringe of her lashes lay in a burnished semi-circle on her cheek . `` I think , '' she said slowly , `` that it must have been very delightful in Eden .
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