The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. She looked steadfastly out. Afterward, one afternoon, he hovered about her, and came and sat beside her and talked of beauty and the riddle of beauty for some time. In the first place, it will be damnably dull. As for himself, there had never been a touch of it. But between us, we'll have him writing books some day.
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