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She loved him. " The spinster did not ask if the mother lived; the question was inconsequent. ” “And I,” Ennison said, holding her fingers tightly, and forcing her to look into his eyes, “I will tell you what I have wished for you when we meet six months from to-day. ’ She was silent for a space, and it was evident that this part of the story was still too painful to be recalled with ease. He saw rifts in clouds—sunshine. Red apples and snow! How often had these two things entered his thoughts since his wanderings began? Red apples and snow!—and never again to behold them! "I am going out for a little while," she said. But don't thank me; thank Miss Enschede. Her fingers were bursting through her gloves, as if to get at once into touch with Ann Veronica. ’ Pierced to the heart by the poignancy of this utterance, Gerald could neither move nor speak. And afterward her mother and Alice kissed long and clung to each other. As Jack departed, a dark figure, emerging from behind a wall, rushed after him. What a frightened fool he was! If he could not remember her name, it was equally possible that already she had forgotten his.
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