`` You had him in life to the very last . He is mine now . '' `` There must be some arrangements made , '' faltered Elinor . `` My father and brother will make all arrangements , as you call them , '' said Tannis steadily . `` He had no near relatives in the world -- none at all in Canada -- he told me so . You may send out a Protestant minister from town , if you like ; but he will be buried here at the Flats and his grave with be mine -- all mine ! Go ! '' KILMENY OF THE ORCHARD CHAPTER I . THE THOUGHTS OF YOUTH The sunshine of a day in early spring , honey pale and honey sweet , was showering over the red brick buildings of Queenslea College and the grounds about them , throwing through the bare , budding maples and elms , delicate , evasive etchings of gold and brown on the paths , and coaxing into life the daffodils that were peering greenly and perkily up under the windows of the co-eds ' dressing-room . A young April wind , as fresh and sweet as if it had been blowing over the fields of memory instead of through dingy streets , was purring in the tree-tops and whipping the loose tendrils of the ivy network which covered the front of the main building . It was a wind that sang of many things , but what it sang to each listener was only what was in that listener 's heart . To the college students who had just been capped and diplomad by `` Old Charlie , '' the grave president of Queenslea , in the presence of an admiring throng of parents and sisters , sweethearts and friends , it sang , perchance , of glad hope and shining success and high achievement . It sang of the dreams of youth that may never be quite fulfilled , but are well worth the dreaming for all that . God help the man who has never known such dreams -- who , as he leaves his alma mater , is not already rich in aerial castles , the proprietor of many a spacious estate in Spain . He has missed his birthright . The crowd streamed out of the entrance hall and scattered over the campus , fraying off into the many streets beyond . Eric Marshall and David Baker walked away together . The former had graduated in Arts that day at the head of his class ; the latter had come to see the graduation , nearly bursting with pride in Eric 's success . Between these two was an old and tried and enduring friendship , although David was ten years older than Eric , as the mere tale of years goes , and a hundred years older in knowledge of the struggles and difficulties of life which age a man far more quickly and effectually than the passing of time . Physically the two men bore no resemblance to one another , although they were second cousins .
Eric Marshall , tall , broad-shouldered , sinewy , walking with a free , easy stride , which was somehow suggestive of reserve strength and power , was one of those men regarding whom less-favoured mortals are tempted seriously to wonder why all the gifts of fortune should be showered XXXXX one individual .
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