No umbrella either, the sky was delightfully overcast. You see, I kidnapped poor Jack and made him promise to send me word if you went careering off anywhere. Good-bye, aunt. I had two slices. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom.
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