Tell me a story—with apple-blossoms in it—about people who are happy. The more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own efforts, by some future experience. The day was sunny and pleasant, devoid of chill winds. “My friend,” she said, “no! Let me tell you this. So am I. " "A word," cried the boy, as the janizary was preparing to obey his master's orders. She fought the inclination for a while, then surrendered.
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