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Then he would turn his face to her, and she would have to think of herself in his eyes. —"Stay! something occurs to me. . The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. There’s something about you, a little flavor of Will, I suppose, that makes one feel—good luck about you and success. Better get a dress.
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