She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. ” Annabel clutched her sister’s hands. " "You'd better take care of your mother's son instead," rejoined Blueskin. They sat down, McClintock reaching for a lump of sugar which he began munching. I couldn't accept anything from you. They fell into step again.
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