“Oh, but life is difficult!” she groaned. ’ A grimace crossed her face. That was the wonder of these stories; one lived in them. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. " And he tossed it carelessly into the bottom of the boat. Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. You are a great deal more like what I was a few months ago than I am now. Gods! what it must be to pour out strong, splendid verse—mighty lines! mighty lines! If I do, Ann Veronica, it will be you. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings.
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