” Brendon leaned over confidentially. “I wonder if they will seem altered,” she remarked for the third time. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. “Your father,” he said, “remarked that all’s well that ends well, and that he was disposed to let bygones be bygones.
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