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The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park. That turned her mind to the more generalized aspects of her perplexities again. “Your father, of course,” he said, “must come to realize just how Splendid you are! He doesn’t understand. I am the richest man in England. She could not resist enduing persons she met with the noble attributes of the fictional characters. "Rather cramped, eh?" "Rather so, Sir," replied the other, altering his position. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face.
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