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"I don't know his name. Annabel shines like a star in the darkness, Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose; But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather, She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. “Very sincerely yours, “ANN VERONICA STANLEY. " But this difficulty was only overcome to be succeeded by one still greater. "And now, mark me. It did not occur to her that save for some accidents of education and character they had souls like her own. I fancy that this is a little more than playing at Bohemianism. “I believe that you would find her in some respects curiously altered. He resolved to judge for himself. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. ” He did not move. He seemed to avoid meeting Anna’s eyes as much as possible. A glance sufficed to show the young man how matters stood.
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