The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. C below. The misty caravans of which she had dreamed were become actualities. Miss Mary and me, and Martha too sometimes.
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