I call them the Three Witches. You'll get
them better just a few paces to the left. This way." She even placed her
hand on his elbow to make sure that her tragic group should appear to
highest advantage. Yes, he was an admirable young man, giving admirable
attention; thrusting out his hat toward prospects of exceptional account
and casting his frank blue eyes into her face between-times. Charmingly
perfect teeth and a wonderful sweep of yellow hair. A highly civilized faun
for her highly sylvan setting. Indifferent, perhaps, to her precious Trio;
but there were other young fellows to look after _them_.
Cope praised loudly and readily. The region was unique and every view had
its charm--every view save one. Beyond the woods and the hills and the
distant marshes which spread behind all these, there rose on the bluish
horizon a sole tall chimney, with its long black streak of smoke. Below it
and about it spread a vast rectangular structure with watch-towers at its
corners. The chimney bespoke light and heat and power furnished in
quantities--power for many shops, manned by compulsory workers: a prison,
in short.
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