It was a night of storm and terror, which promised each moment to become more stormy and more terrible. She was caught by an uncle, whose opinion she valued, making faces at Roddy because he had exulted at this. 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. Do you remember what I said when you took me at the Mint four days ago? I told you my turn would come.
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