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Her father intercepted her, and for a moment she and he struggled with their hands upon the latch. It is quite light yet, and I want to have one more look at that angry red sun. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. ‘Not yet, madame. . "Spring!—I never knew any. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them.
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